"MY HANDS WERE SWEATY AND TREMBLING YOU FUCKING MORON!" He had the audacity to make fun of her bloody masterpiece?! Vanessa snorted ouragedly while pushing herself further in her mission of making this as miserable as she could for this joke of a man, wondering what kind of reaction she would eventually provoke here.
Clearly he couldn't be the one who had abducted her, he looked like a fucking, pitiful doormat, someone Vanessa didn't even want to breathe the same air with, someone she wouldn't want to be seen together with, someone way out of her league. She wouldn't fuck with this guy if he begged for it, and for the life of her, she couldn't imagine this miserable worm to have any sort of say in whatever was going on here, even less having sexually assaulted her. But did he need to know this little detail? He was obviously very stressed out by her actions, and the part of Vanessa that wasn't desperately trying to get this man to admit to his wrongdoings in not helping her had a blast. And as it became clear that obviously he wasn't ready to be pushed into pitying her, driving him nuts was the only other option left.
It certainly would have been a good idea to try to find out what was actually going on instead. Yeah. No.
Vanessa snorted again, obviously very distraught over his overly insensitive comment about her arm, which she partially even really was, breathing heavily under her screams and tears, perfectly mimicking a state of snapping, which she, also, partially even really did, while observing cautiously how this guy was reacting, trying to figure out what exactly she had to do to make the situation worse. It was blatantly obvious. Touching was a no-no. Good to know.
As he was putting her hands on top of her shoulders, she faked a heavy flinching, a disgusted and appalled gaze, like seriously, he was making it really easy for her. This was perfect for freaking out even more. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU DISGUSTING RAPIST!" She pushed him back in an instant and gave him a sudden, heavy slap in the face, while she still cried loudly and hysterically, panting for air, searching the foreign hallway with her eyes as if she was hoping that someone could help her. As if she was afraid of that sissy.