Talia quickly came to realize that her survival was connected to the way in which she behaved, his fingers pressing against the soft curve of her throat seemed to move and react to each movement she made, tightening and pressing against her as she fought for breath. She felt moisture gathering in her eyes as she fought against him, as both panic and fear seemed to settle deep within her body as a coldness settled within her soul. Her fingers wrapped around his arm as if holding onto him would allow her some kind of control over the situation.<br/><br/>Her hips jerked in place as she felt his hand pull at the edge of her jeans, a whimper escaping her lips as she felt them catch around her hips. At least her clothing was sharing her feelings in the current situation as it seemed to silently fight against his intentions to undress her form. A soft cry echoing from her lips as she felt his hand once more impact across her cheek as her eyes closed, a soft redness coming to the skin a mark settling on her cheek a lingering reminder of his brutal touch upon her body.<br/><br/>The feeling of his lips pressing against her own made her eyes blink open quickly as she saw him so much closer than before. Her eyes wide as she felt his lips hard and demanding against her own as he forced his way into her mouth, his tongue consuming and brutal as he dominated her own into submission under his admissions. His other hand seemed to linger on her breast as he groped at the tender flesh, as she felt her crimson blood coat her globe as he molested her body. Her body arching in place as his hips pressed against her core the only things stopping him the lingering layers of clothing between them.<br/><br/>Talia could feel his breath against her lips as he spoke, Emily’s name being once more what she focused on. She was trapped under him, she felt so very small under his larger form as he hovered over her like a darkened shadow. A gasp escaping her as she felt him shift as he lifted himself up, his hold on her throat pressing down cutting off her breath more as she struggled to breathe. Panic once more settling over her as she attempted to focus on breathing through her nose, as she looked at him with wide eyes, almost begging for him to loosen his hold. Her hands pressing into his arm as she attempted to tug at him.<br/><br/>She couldn’t believe that she had managed to find herself in this situation, even worse was when she felt his fingers slip inside of her panties, as he began to run his fingers between her folds. Even worse was when she felt herself beginning to respond to his touch, mentally she was screaming at herself and at her body even as she felt wetness beginning to grow within her folds, it was confusing her and she felt betrayed by her body. Anger ran through her as she arched in place and attempted to wiggle free but her movement seemed to make his fingers press even deeper against her folds.<br/><br/>Her mind was reeling from the betrayal of her body as his body demanded a reaction from him, was she being turned on by him? she was angry at herself, angry at her body. His tone broke through the thoughts of self-loathing which were beginning to form at the front of her mind. His tone was short and dark, she could feel the threat within his words. He wanted her to undress herself, even as she found herself lingering on the thought she heard his sarcastic words as he looked at her.<br/><br/>Before she knew it his hand was removed from her folds, relief flooding her before that once more vanished as she felt his hand whack across her face. Reeling back from the blow as it impacted across her cheek, a red mark darkening on her face with a streak of red blood highlighting the impact. As he pressed down further on her throat, her breathing restricted, even more, she felt her hands moving down to her jeans as she tugged at them quickly not even thinking of what she was doing. Just driven by the fear of dying at his hands.<br/><br/>Her hands fumbled and she felt almost numb as her hands tugged at the denim as she wiggled under him, the jeans moving down to her thighs before they were out of her to reach in her current position as she was pinned in place. Fear and panic were driving her reactions, as her body betrayed her, her mind began to become numb to the situation as she forced to find some way to survive the assault which was occurring on her body.