"Talk!" He barks. He, more than anyone, knows a torture setup when he sees one. Or in this case, feels one. He growls like an animal as he strains further against the ropes, but soon finds it futile and decides to save his energy and his pride.

Fine. If she is going to play a game with him, he will simply have to show her she has no power over him.

So though his jaw still clenches and his breath comes heavy with rage, he dulls his response to a simmer.

"Funny for you to speak of humiliation." He's felt humiliated by her since the moment they met. Why do all this?

His eyes lock on the knife as it comes down toward him. He doesn't flinch, just watches. A small slice of pain travels down his chest muscle.

"What is your goal, then? To hurt me? To scare me?" His tone is incredibly mocking.