She had done everything she should. Everything she could. Her voice had stayed inside while her mouth was free by the fridge. Mind scattered and trying to pull together. It had been good to feel her against him again, and force her back to the floor. He regretted closing her mouth, those lovely lips, but she looked stunning with the silver streak across her face, too. "Fitting." he'd complimented her the dire moment. She'd probably not heard it, and she certainly wouldn't be flattered. Her muffled complaint, the first clue to her voice, was beautiful.<br/><br/>His question confused her, and it made him want to tell her more nonsense. How unsafe she would feel. Rade could tell at what point she decided for herself what he'd meant. Ah, she wouldn't get a choice in that matter, but he liked where her mind went by itself. She offered her wrists instead, it seemed, and he took them quickly. What an accommodating hostess, already. And then, as though to drown out the sound of her phone, she tested the quality of the tape. He throat vibrated and there were remnants of meaning in the sound, and her eyes said all the words she couldn't articulate, but it was too low to call for attention, and she was decades too late to hope for his sympathy.<br/><br/>He let her ride the noise to the very edge of her breath before he wrapped his hand around her throat. "You're not going to be any trouble, okay?" he asked as he started squeezing firmly. His thumb dug into one pillar of blood, while his fingers squeezed the other, testing the flex. Her hair was dark in the shadows here, and it made her beauty more acute, somehow. His free hand went to try her tit, squeezing it over her tank top to see if she was going to be worth all this trouble. He made no sound to tell of his approval or discontent.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of getting acquainted with her softness, he stood, and picked her up by her arms. After that it was an easy matter to lift her by her waist and place her sitting on the island. Rade made sure to draw the curtains shut before he turned the light on.<br/><br/>As the room flickered his face and form would finally come into view for her. How could it not be ominous, the strangers appearance blinking in and out of existence before the light decided to stay. His green eyes were less severe when hey weren't framed by the evening coming in through window glass. He smiled with one side of his explicit mouth and winked at her before moving to the fridge, leaving her sitting high.<br/><br/>He had a bit of a limp, even though he masked it as a lazy stride. The phone had quieted, and he intended to see who had called soon. First he opened her fridge like he had all the time in the world. He pulled out a soda and threw the cap in the sink. "You live alone." he stated after having had a quick look at her food before closing the door he'd slammed her against moments ago. "Weird. You're pretty. Are you particularly hard to stand?" he asked with a chuckle. He came closer. She was gorgeous in her own kitchen, naked feet dangling and wrists bound. "Or were you just waiting for the right guest?"