At this point, Xander was more than certain that nothing that she had done to him thus far had hurt as much as the thing that she had done with his hands. Sure, his arms were aching and he was bleeding a lot, but his hands were BURNING. It felt like he had planted his hands on a hot stove and had somehow gotten them stuck there while the burners ate at his flesh.
And that, of course, was why he had started to shout.
Talking, at that point, was a problem for him. He had to yell to get his point across, because the only thing that he was feeling right now was ANGER. Lots of it. "YOU'RE A REAL BITCH, ALESSA! ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS GET MY DONUTS AND YOU'RE OVER HERE ABDUCTING ME AND CUTTING ME UP AND MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I RAN INTO AN OVEN AND IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO BUFFY IS GOING TO FIND YOU AND KICK YOUR ASS AND I'M GOING TO SIT BACK AND WATCH WITH SOME POPCORN AND MOCK YOU WITH MY SNACKS WHILE SHE MAKES YOU LOOK REALLY, REALLY BAD."
He had to get that out all at once. Otherwise Xander was never going to be able to get his say in, the way he figured. All in one breath. Now he needed to breathe.