"Have it your way," he said. "I like to see what I'm going to torture. Your cunt is going to be denuded whether you like it or not. It's your choice how badly it's going to be cut up in the process."

He grabbed her hair and didn't let go, no matter how hard she bucked. Elizabeth had to make her choice. If she struggled much longer, it would be ripped out like a tuft of grass.