Knowing it was coming didn't help. There was nothing Cecilia could do to prepare. As he brought the baton up she squeezed her eyes shit and tried to brace for it as best she could, but it did her no good. The first blow sent all of the wind out if her, and somehow the second was far worse. Her side exploded in pain, and she was certain she felt something break.
She never screamed. It sounded strong and noble, but in all reality she just didn't have the breath for it. She gasped and weezed for air, fighting her restraints in attempts to curl up. It was impossible. Tears streamed down her face as she writhed in agony, her body desperate to find some non-existent comfort. Don't let him break you. Don't let him know how bad it hurts. She took a deep, shaking breath and forced herself to speak. Her voice was a rough whisper. "Limp... Dick... Piece... Of... Shit." She had to force the words out through gritted teeth. "Have to chain me up... To have a chance. Even now... You know I'm stronger. You're... Still... Afraid. Of me. And you should be."