Jennifer’s breaths became more shallow and jagged. She whimpered as he cut her panties from her hips and began to sob as she saw them land in front of her on the floor. As he dragged the knife across her flesh, she felt her skin crawl beneath the surface, her nervous system flooding her blood with chemicals and hormones causing the skin to shift and tighten. Her mouth went dry, and she swallowed hard. Between ragged, broken breaths, she pleaded him, “P-please don’t hurt me.” She felt the searing pain in her scalp begin to heat as he held her by her hair, the pain delayed by the adrenaline pulsing through her system. She stood naked in his grasp, leaning toward his fist, trying to ease the pain. Her blonde hair fell across her face as she tilted her head toward him. As he dragged the knife over her bottom, she waited to feel it pierce her skin but was numb. She felt her stomach lurch and struggled to keep herself from becoming sick.<br/>