Merope's throat became dry, her thoughts were too consumed by the intense, vivid fears she was experiencing. She couldn't focus on his words, she yelped as his hands saved her from slamming the back of her head against the wall for who knew for how many times she'd done it down, clearly more than she needed to. Merope shook her head, she only saw her father and felt it was a horrible taunt.
Marvolo's voice came through his lips, taunting her, teasing her that she was with someone safe. Merope was simple and knew better, her body withdrew from him as much as she could. Her eyes were wide, chest moving rapidly with her short, tense and slightly forced breathing. Even as he covered her eyes, she yelped and pushed his hand off of her. At this point, her whole world was spinning anyway and she finally cowered on the floor, her arm moving to cover her head.
"I didn't do it." She whined, her body tensing like a dying animal and loosening whenever she could find it in her. "I didn't do it." She repeated herself a few more times after that,"Pa', I didn't do it." Merope felt ill, her entire form shaking as if she'd been freezing, but she was feeling this intensity.
Merope thought there was no one there to help her, her arms covering her head tightly. All the the black hair covered her visage up, making it difficult for him to see her face while she could still see his face. Unlike many, fear was something she experienced daily through her life, but not to this extent. Jonathan's conventional method had seemingly been rejected.