There is nothing she can do. It makes her want to die. To be anywhere but here. She doesn't want him to hit her again; she sobs, wet and heaving with defeat, and goes limp, eyes shut and limbs heavy. There is nothing she can do to stop it. Instead she shuts her eyes and tries to wish it all away. To wish she was not here. That she couldn't feel it. She wishes she'd taken the potion Malfoy had given to the other prisoners, so that she didn't care. The hands let go of her limbs, but she doesn't fight.