She could feel the reason, and some small part understood very very faintly what it was he was doing - humiliating and hurting her in retaliation for her defiance, her refusal to submit. He was hurting her and well - forcing her lithe body to stretch to accommodate the hardness and harshness of his fucking, abrading the whole of her front against the tree she'd been trying to escape up into. Most frightening though was certainly the dagger, as his movements became more hard, more brutal, and she felt tiny stinging pans along her bruised and collared throat telling of the metal cutting into her skin as her head remained arched back, gasping and even whimpering a little in fear and pain that boiled up together inside.