Merope had spent what seemed to be minutes, then hours of this feeling of extreme terror. Her heart was pounding fiercely inside of her chest, threatening to give out at some point. This was the second time that she felt like this, her back roughly throb against the wall as if she didn't care that she'd been bruising back there or how bad it was for her. At this point, her terror had been sunken so deep into her brain that she reacted out of her basic instinct.
The sound of John coming home made matters much worse, the sound of thudding, heavy stepping coming for her. Merope covered her ears, tears running down her face as she tried to stay quiet in hopes that he wouldn't come, but her shrieking had alerted the steps and they came rushing for her. Jonathan caused one of her triggers, a body forwardly moving at a fast pace, gripping her and trying to get her to speak. His voice was her father's she couldn't hear the worry, only angered shouting that pierced her ears. The mask on the floor was the cause of her intense fear, she'd never felt anything so intense that she couldn't keep herself from shrieking before.
Merope continued her hard slamming of her back against the wall, hoping the hard rocking would knock sense back into her. Due to the believe that she was sure it was her father, she didn't push away from him, she stayed in her submissive position, trying to appear smaller. There was no words, nothing came from her mouth, only her widened mismatched eyes on his face, weak heart feverishly pounding as if she was a racing thoroughbred on the final stretch.
At this point, her hard slamming had made her dizzy as her head had been hitting the wall while she jerked and squirmed in Jonathan's hands. Merope showed extreme, intense fear with vivid realizations and sensations. It was like he knew that she had burned the food, the smell was so evident in the air,"I didn't do it, I didn't do it, Pa." She continued her hard slamming.