[Despite his anger, shock, and hatred, he begins to wear out. She has seemingly limitless endurance, and what's more, she seems to be deriving some pleasure from this.

The very thought sickens him. Perhaps a small, small part of him feels quite alright, and that itself sickens him even more.

His hands move to her face. He grabs her by the cheeks and tries to pull her away, but he can feel his strength failing him, and his efforts are pathetic.

God, she'll pay for this.]