She couldn't let him see her breaking. She would die first. She would rather be dead than let him see her breaking open. She tried to keep her eyes clear, her rage at the surface. But that was getting to be harder and harder. She was starting to feel scared. And it hurt. And she wanted to go home.
She broke the eye contract. She looked over his shoulder, fixed on some point on the wall. She didn't care. She just wanted this to be over. Made his dick would go limp. Maybe she could pretend she was somewhere else. Maybe she could jump off the roof when this was all over. Why didn't she just go to the Shrieking Shack? She hated herself in that moment. She hated Evans for separating her and Lupin. She hated Lupin for taking her to Hogsmeade. She hated Barty Crouch for doing this to her.
She would kill him. It may take time, but she would kill him.