She really needed a knife right in the centre of her forehead. He glared up at her as she touched him, fighting the urge to pull away from her. As it was, his skin started to feel all crawly, which just freaked him out even more. That pissed him off even more, which was pretty hard to imagine.
"Ever wonder what it'd feel like to get handfuls of Knives thrown into yer face?"
He kept struggling, even when he managed to break the skin on his wrist. If these people were from the Factory... Oh, he was so fucked. Utterly utterly fucked. It'd taken him months to recover from the last time they'd got a hold of him, he couldn't even begin to think about what might happen this time. Best to escape or die trying.