Kevin is frustrated because he couldn't make Eva suffer recently with something he had planned, so there you are, always there for him when he wants to take his psychopathic anger out on someone.

-I told you to cry, damn it! I scream grabbing my jaw with his cold hand and squeezing it until I hear a moan of pain and humiliation from me.

Crying has never brought you clemency. In fact, it's always crueler. It would be worse if you tried not to cry or make a sound, and Kevin hates the idea of you hiding from him even though he'd never admit it

-Even a gets it right the first time, but you? He speaks with a look of hatred on his face, seeing every tremor in your body. He likes to see you torn apart. There's something about the mess, about your pathetic trembling, that he can't help but enjoy. It's a heaviness in your chest that vibrates, tingling through the rest of your body; it's completely sadistic.

with Kevin is very direct, your legs tremble as you feel his fingers leave your carelessly, your expression is forever etched on his eyelids, and, disconcertingly, he doesn't close his eyes, he always watches every movement, every tremble, every tear, every sob and listens to every plea. Her attentions border on cruelty, always.

-I hate hypocritical people like you, always pretending innocence being the most used Contempt overflowed his lips as he grabbed your hip with one hand and with the other he caressed his hard but you're the only bitch I have at any time.