The moment the words left her lips, Leaute had been expecting the violent outburst. She should've known better at this point that to speak to him the way she had just then, but she'd allowed herself to get so angry... The force of the blow nearly knocked her to the floor.
"You're wrong," she still managed before he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand straight again. "He doesn't let me suffer because he's weak. He lets me suffer because I'm strong enough to handle it." Until she was strong enough in her abilities, she would have to settle for being strong in spirit.
Leaute would find herself unable to remain vocally disobedient, however, the moment she felt his fingers inside of her mind. She tried not cry out when she felt that searing pain. She tried to look stubborn and angry as she had been moments ago instead of afraid. She wanted to tell him that she didn't need anyone to come for her, that she'd get herself out of this herself, but it was too much and his darkness was too strong for her to resist yet. She screamed in pain, unable to refrain from doing so no matter how hard she willed herself not to give him the satisfaction. Panicking, the best she could manage was she claw at the hand holding her hair, as though she incorrectly thought that doing so would free her from the mental torture.