The way he held her bruised cheek in his hand, so softly, gently even sent a brief glimmer of hope through her, then his words shattered that brief desperate thought. The softness of his touch was in stark contrast to the words he spoke as he promised that it would hurt. She could almost see regret in his eyes as she stared into his, seeing the cold cruel inhumanity they possessed.<br/><br/>She tensed while he traced his finger down across her chest to her nipple, she looked away, past him as he toyed with her, unable to bear looking him in the eye. The sudden crushing pain of his fingers brought a startled cry from her. Her arms jerked for a second as she had to push back the urge to grab his arm and shove him away. She rose up on her toes, lowered herself, her small hands curled into little fists that she pressed hard into her side, trying to take her focus away from the pain in her breast. Then, the fingers released, the pain lingered and the wetness that formed in her eyes began to drip down from the corners. She had only a moment's respit as his hands shifted, the one moving from her face to her throat, gripping it tightly, forcing her back up on her toes as she struggled for breath. The other moved to her other breast, crushing that nipple now, twisting, pulling, inflicting more pain on her poor body. She struggled, trying hard to breath, managing to rasp out the word "Please" before she couldn't even speak.<br/><br/>Finally her own hands came up, wrapping around the wrist of the hand that gripped her throat, trying weakly to push his hand away loosen his grip. Her eyes met his again, filled with wild desperation as her body cried out for air, tears leaked freely down her cheeks, dripping down to join the puddle of the water on floor.