"I don't know you now-" she managed through her tightened teeth before the tongs, wet with her own blood, pressed around the knot of sensation in the folds of her sex and clamped tight, causing her to arch toward it in fruitless effort to alleviate the pain as he twisted and pulled. Tears streamed from the corners of eyes that pressed shut and opened again, and she screamed - but through her clamped teeth, determined not to give him the opportunity to mutilate her mouth further.