"Go to hell." she spat venom in her voice as she locked her ankles together, tightening the muscles in her legs in an effort to stop whatever Goodfellow was thinking to do to her. She tried to squirm and move but his hand against her neck impeded her movement greatly making the effort a waste of time. "I did what you wanted now let me go." She said her voice steely, challenging.<br/><br/>She'd given him her hand in the effort to avoid him touching her, to get away from him at least since it seemed she wouldn't be sneaking away before tonight. Now she found herself more venerable to him after giving up her hand and at him mercy, there would be little she could do if he pushed the subject.<br/><br/>Fear was the first emotion to flood threw her, the intensity so great she felt her eyes water momentairily and was glad her face was pressed into the bed. Astrid didn't cry. She violently pushed back against the fear not letting it get a grip on her. It was too easy to give in when faced with fear, she couldn't let herself feel it.<br/><br/>Instead she drew on anger, forced that to the forfront and nurtured it. Kept telling herself what a monster he was, how sick this place was, how wrong everything in her world had become. She told herself anything true or not to feed that anger to keep herself from falling victim to her own fears.