She wasn't aware of the bottle in her hand any longer. All she wanted was for Troy to be silent, to go away, to die again. And then there were those words - "you've been a bad girl". She didn't hear the shift in voice, all she heard was the words, and at once she was back at Bletchley Manor, caught where he wanted her to be, unable to stop him from hurting her.
Her movement was swift as she backed into the corner, protecting her face, her stomach - anything that could give permanent damage. 'I*m sorry,' she whispered, not hearing anything else. 'Please do-' She swallowed. It wouldn't help to beg.