<strong>Emma humiliated and ashamed</strong><br/><br/>His words cut her deep, it wasn't bad enough what he had just done to her- he had to rub it in, make her feel that much worse about it. She didn't like it, she really didn't it was the stimulation, that's all. There was not real pleasure, not from the mouse, no it wasn't true. Emma struggled to rationalize it, prove to herself he was wrong, that he was screwing with her mind now.<br/><br/>She felt the funnel withdraw from her, god she was glad that was over with, that she no longer had to deal with a mouse, and actual - god, no that really didn't happen. It really didn't. She then felt something else slip inside her. No, no, now what? Soon her insides burned, burned and seared from the antiseptic. Fuck this was a human torture chamber. Emma nearly thrashed to the point she tore the skin on her wrists. He spoke to his sister then patted her on the stomach. She had heard the words that he would fuck her too, but she could not bear that, not now, not after all of this. Now Emma laid in fear of what other horrid torture he would put her through. She wanted to die, right then and there, just curl up and die.