She was too weak, too slow to stop anything that would befall her that night. Once upon a time her power was strong, muscles quick to prove herself in battle, but that night she was nothing more than what she had been punished to be. Her world spun and cheek burned, and Iris could feel a new form of fear rising in her chest. All she wanted was to leave his room, to settle the roar of emotions that he so easily flared.<br/><br/>Roan's eyes held a dark beauty as they stared at her, seemingly crazed to this unknown experience of what he had discovered. No reflexes acted to save her from the first kick, the sharp force sending a wave of internal pain as his foot met her stomach. She lost her breath and fell back, a loud yelp rising to follow the sound of her skull hitting the door. Her brain rattled from the blow, forming pressure behind her pained eyes.<br/><br/>During the aftermath his foot's first attack, Iris dropped her hands to the floor as if striking her head sent her to lose control. She made no effort to hide a breast as it became bare from sudden movement. Instead, the woman focused on him, eyes turning upward like that of a harmed animal who only wanted peace. "Roan..." His name was an exhale, followed by a harsh cry as the second kick met her. She felt the shift and pop of her ribs, cracking with sharp edges to jam against organs they were meant to protect.<br/><br/>Heavily her sobs came, but were interrupted by short inhales as it became harder to breathe. Panic flooded with her pain, desperate for relief from her freshly broken ribs. As the fallen angel hyperventilated and cried with every movement of her body, she slowly moved her hands to begin peeling back the torn remains of her night shirt. Her gaze had left Roan's then, drifted off to the side as if placed in another world to ignore the agony.