Cecilia's words didn't slow Simms down. He was sure that she knew that it wouldn't, but as long as she felt like talking back to him, he would have no problem punishing her for it. He whacked each kneecap again, then went back to her ribs, then swung for her shins, moving around the table to do so more effectively. "Afraid of you? No," he growled. "I just hate you." He punctuated this with another blow to her knee. "I chained you up because I fucking wanted to." This time he hit her thigh. "And... Oh, hell, I know you're strong, so it is pretty fucking satisfying to take that away from you." This time he swung blindly, landing three hits along her left side.
He paused for a moment, thinking, before collapsing his baton, slipping it into the holster on his belt. He nudged her in the ribs, where he was sure she was bruised, if he hadn't outright broken them. "You've got a lot to say, for someone who doesn't know what exactly she's dealing with. What makes you think that I won't just kill you before you're given the chance?"