Emma was crying and she couldn't stop herself. Even with the desire to be strong through... whatever the hell this was... she just couldn't be strong. "I don't care who you are, you son of a bitch," she said angrily. And she really didn't. This guy was insane and Emma didn't deserve this.
"Yeah, I kind of figured," she said through angry tears. Unfortunately for Emma, her pain threshold wasn't extremely high. It wouldn't take long for her to crack, and now she stamped her feet in pain and protest, squealing as the blade entered her skin. "I don't understand," she said desperately.