Her struggling body was already making the risk worth it. The muscles of her back were massaging his chest where they sat, as she tried to get loose. Fit woman, for her size, but nothing he couldn't wring enough to keep still. Or simply snap, if he felt like it. She was beautiful, and they were always pretties when they fought for their lives. She had no room to free herself. His green eyes hardened every time he thrashing connected with his right leg. That was when he shook her, but he wasn't sure it would register through her panic.<br/><br/>No matter how valiant the spirit, it couldn't supply her with the oxygen he was keeping out, so eventually her violent shrugs and long kicks slowed. Rade sighed into her ear through the disarray of red hair. He rocked her as his oppressing arm loosened, since she didn't have the strength to capitalize of it, anymore. "You're dying." he explained as he stroked her stomach and casually squeezed a full tit. "But it's too soon for that."<br/><br/>Rade finally let go of her her face, so she could drag at the air however she wanted. He breathed deeper too, because there is something lovely with a woman's gasping. She'd be reveling in this gift for a few moments, and he took the time to stand up and bring her along inside while she was too busy paying back the oxygen deficit to scream. Her home was intuitive enough, and soon he tossed her against her own fridge while he pulled out drawers. The impact was planned to knock a few additional breaths out of her, and the things on top of the cold metal box rattled for it.<br/><br/>This would be the first time she really got to lay eyes on him. Hulking height, to underline the futility of her previous thrashing, but with elegant bones in the clear face. Verdant stones to draw lines in the murk everytime he moved. He wasn't doing this because he was hard-up, in fact, her beauty had little to do with this visit. It was her home he wanted.<br/><br/>Rade was on her again, soon, when he'd spilled enough of her cutlery and containers on the kitchen floor. No lights had been turned on, but he had no trouble finding himself on top of her, holding her down by her mouth. Self-defense or not, she would have stood a measly chance against him, her guest in the dark of her sanctuary. "For now." he said, and slapped silver tape over her useful lips. Already he was looking around, like all his worries were over, hand around her throat to keep her somewhat still.<br/><br/>He spun the roll of tape around a free finger when his dangerous attention returned to the woman under him. Interest in the depth of his lancing gems, a little promise her scrumptious body and lovely face might be her downfall, tonight, the way he was reading her all over, planning. "How do you want it?" he meant her hands, that he hadn't worried about until now. "Front or back?"