you were always one of those people who silently froze up at pain and conflict rather than panic or scream. Unfortunately, Strade hated this. He wanted to undo you with his own hands. See how you work. Reduce you to your bare being... And yet you were still managing to contain screams. It was really pissing him off. The strange warmth and light hearted man was gone, leaving nothing but pure anger and annoyance. If you wouldn't scream, he would force it out of your mouth.

You laid on the basement floor, dazed and sore when Strade angrily forced you onto your back, knife in hand and a new found determination to win a sound from your reluctant mouth. By any means necessary.