Kate could feel her body swaying, her senses slowly returning , as kisuya came back into view.  She was sat, straddled over him, as if she was performing some kind of erotic act or that of a lover.  Kate was doing neither, hell would freeze over first, but then maybe it already had.<br/><br/>She flinched, her whimpers resonating around the hollow space, when he moved at lightening speed producing a gun at her temple.  Her eyes crossed as she trashed its movement down her nose before latching onto her nipple.  Close.  Intimate.  But not.  She could also feel his growing hardness beneath her, throbbing, pulsating, reminding her that underneath that monstrous exterior he was still a man....still a monster more like she thought.  The thought of being anywhere near him, or said part of his anatomy, turned her stomach.<br/><br/>She knew what he was doing.  Breaking her.  Stripping away every shred of dignity she had.  Proving to her that he now owned every breath she took.  That he would be the one telling her what to do, when to do it and how.  She let out a shuddered breath.  He was giving her an order yet he wasn’t.  His actions were clear yet he hadn’t made any verbal request.   She couldn’t...it was...no...<br/><br/>Kate raised her head, looking at him looking at her.  She saw the reflection of a broken individual.  A vision she’d seen many times before as a cop.  Girls who’d been abused, beaten, left within an inch of death sometimes.  And now she was that girl.<br/><br/>She knew what she had to do.  Much to her own disgust, Kate had to survive,   She was a cop, a damned good one, and she was gonna nail this monster.  Get him off the streets.  Six foot under and counting.  Diverting her eyes kate nbegan slowly grinding her ass against his hardened member, feeling it jerk in response.  She built a steady rhythm, suffering the pain in her ribs in almost silence, keeping her hands to herself, resting against her thighs.