Her eyebrows drew in, shaking her head as though she wasn't strung up from the ceiling when he revealed her own father had taken a loan with his family,"If things were different, I wouldn't know you at all! We haven't had money problems. He said everything was going fine with his company." She had been unaware that, that company was long since lost, sold off to the highest bidder in order to get more money in his pocket before he'd turned to getting loans from various groups. As far as she knew, the days away from home, he was traveling for his company, meeting clients. But the statements he showed off to her on the phone were damning evidence against her father, that she could see the name on the account with no problem, one Noah Pierce, the numbers deep into the negatives. The attempt at a gentle touch, when she hadn't realized a few tears had spilled, not believing her father had lied to her about this, letting her believe everything was fine, and she was jerking her head away, wincing as she pulled at the bindings. And the sick ache when she realized her father had sold her off. He had used her to pay off his debt, offering his only daughter, newly nineteen years old, into the hands of someone like this. Someone who seemed to think she was far better off with him than with anyone else. Even more to the point of what he considered her, when the phone was slipped away and he was claiming her mouth in a kiss without warning, the hand behind her head keeping her from pulling away this time until he wanted to. So startled that she missed her moment to even consider biting, breathing a bit harder when he'd pulled back, cheeks flushed.<br/><br/>Even as she was still reeling from the kiss, she wasn't prepared when the bindings holding her suspended were suddenly gone, and might have fallen completely to the floor if it wasn't for the other male supporting her weight, limbs protesting the movements, whimpering as her arms came down, flinching when he was inspecting her wrists,"What fun?" The words were a mutter she winced as she tried to shift her balance. That while she didn't want to lean on him, she couldn't have easily stayed on her feet otherwise. The likely culprit for the bindings being so tight was the fact that while the claim was made she hadn't fought much, how easy it had been, it was a bit of a white lie. While Mallory hadn't managed to put up much of a fight before she was knocked unconscious, she'd managed to scratch one of the kidnappers, who was likely irritated the young girl had managed to hurt him, and hadn't taken as much care binding her wrists, tight enough that her own struggles would make it much worse. Only to suddenly be hoisted off her feet far too easily, a hand grabbing at her pajama shorts when she felt them slide, as much as he was adjusting them for her, squirming from his touch.<br/><br/>Arms somewhat awkwardly crossed over her chest, wrists stinging the longer the tight bindings were off as the cold, numb feeling faded, snorting at his whispered words, twitching at the pattern of kisses down her neck, turning her head away even if the color across her cheeks darkened. Though she didn't raise a fuss in the walk through the hallways, blue eyes taking in everything she could, not looking at anyone they might pass as she had doubts anyone would dare to help her out of the situation when clearly the male carrying her was in charge of everything. And though she was tense in his arms, the tremor came back when he'd walked into a room that was clearly a bedroom, and she heard the door lock behind them. That she was almost meek once he'd set her down to check her wrists, submitting quietly to the cleaning other than winces or small sounds of pain as her wrists were cleaned and bandaged properly.<br/><br/>Without warning she was suddenly hauled onto his lap, so she was kneeling, straddling his lap, blue eyes wide at the sudden move, much like she was nothing more than a doll to manipulate as he saw fit. That when she tried to pull back, he seemed to anticipate the struggle, hands clasping tightly around her hips, keeping her pinned against him. And the obvious reaction he spoke of pressed against her, probably exciting him more when she struggled, hands grabbing for his shoulders, whimpering when limbs still protested sudden movements, trying to use the leverage to push away from Adan,"No, n-." The protest was swallowed when his lips captured hers, hands still shoving at his shoulders but of a height difference between them that it was easy to overpower her. She'd certainly kissed a time or two before, not really going any further with any of the guys she'd known, not even Evan though he had been bugging her about it. But most had been gentle, sometimes more awkward than fun depending on who it was since most didn't have much experience. Not the claiming way he went about it, dragging her into the kisses whether she wanted to or not, demanding it of her rather than asking. That she was panting whenever he let her up for air, whimpering when she felt his hand finding the edge of her tank top and slipping under. She had to sacrifice shoving at his shoulders to let go with one hand, trying to grab for his fingers instead, to pull his hand away, leaning back at the next release from the kiss, trying to get a little distance, breathing short and sharp, lips a little swollen from the kissing.<br/><br/>She had been untouched, other than minor fooling around, something her father had likely tacked on as a good reason that she had value. Pure, almost completely a virgin to everything. That she was fighting the fact that as he rocked her hips into his, her body was reacting even if she was against was he was doing, the ache of a different sort building. One hand was planted on his chest, arm trembling from trying to push and keep him back, the other trying to fight the hand wandering under her clothing.