When he responded with "yeah that's good" she sort of freaked out more. "What kind of sick fuck gets off on this shit?!" she screamed. She wanted to throw something but she had precious little. "You told-" she swallowed and shook her head. "Fuck me." A moment later she was screaming and backing herself agaisnt a wall, begging for him not to hurt her anymore and on and on. By the time tears started streaming down her face she figured that was enough. Swallowing the act dropped. "I'll be right out," she said hoarsely, slipping into the bathroom.
She washed her face and pulled her hair back into a pony tail. She splashed water over her arms and looked at the ragged robes she was wearing. Nothing she could do about those, she didn't have anything else.
When she came out she didn't feel much better but at least she looked a fraction better. Not knowing what to say, she just stood there.