There’s something to be said for the desire to shatter a being so completely that there aren’t any words left to say. Noises, maybe, but nothing intelligible as thought. And that’s just it—absence of thought. You take every emotion and pull it out of its bedding, rifling the room and everything else so that it becomes a state of intensified agitation and need. Whether it’s hatred, rage, frustration, etc., it all comes pouring out, like the proverbial tears that we all willfully attempt to contain. You force it out through what is essentially psychological and physiological torture. All the pain oozes to the surface and then away into the ether, leaving a spent shell of humanity that is in that moment as vulnerable as the newborn upon exiting the womb.
Then she wakes up, of course, and returns to herself.