The man pays no mind to her pleas and continues cutting her clothes off. Milla closes her eyes and tries to imagine herself somewhere else, but the cold feel the of scissors wont' allow her. Her jacket falls to the floor and she opens her eyes and watches as the man begins to cut the waistband of her skirt. She isn't able to change her positions, she doesn't want to risk getting cut by the scissors. She looks up at the man, her face pleading with him.

" Please, stop..." she whimpers, not wanting to think about what's going to happen.