Catriona recoiled in horror, trying to draw her legs up and away from the man caressing her thighs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “Please! Don’t do this….”</span>she begged, trying to pull away again. She kicked her legs, but a tight hand on her ankles kept her from doing any damage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Stop… please…. I don’t…. No!” </span>she shrieked as one of Luca’s Calloused hands brushed against her breasts, flailing so hard that she tipped the chair over, spilling onto the floor and managing from the sheer velocity of her movements to actually free her legs. Mint green skirts caught on part of the metal shipping container’s interior, ripping a large chunk out of her skirt, exposing the top of her white stockings.<br/><br/>She scrambled away, dragging herself to her feet and losing a shoe in the process, before realizing that her only way out of her prison was through Ilario, who wasn’t going to let her pass.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "please....." </span>the girl begged, before she started backing away, slowly, fumbling around in the dim lighting for anything that she could use to protect herself, before tripping over one of the slats in the floor, sending her sprawling out on the floor of the container. She gasped, her head spinning, struggling to get her bearings.