Teija snorted in disbelief. He did not always deserve it but she would never voice that opinion. However, that didn’t stop her from physically showing her disagreement. Teija has as much control over her emotions and body language as she did her addiction. She held his gaze, feeling both trapped and loved in those dark orbs of his. They stared at her, looked into her soul and without a signal word he made he feel vulnerable. And yet… They kept her staring, trapped within the gaze as if she couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away.<br/><br/>A smile etched at the corner of her lips at his words, desiring the warmth they gave off. It was the small things he said and did, the gentle touches, words of adornment that may have seemed like general statements that one made to a wife or even a dog. They were the little parts of him that made her believe she would wake up the next morning, that he wouldn’t, couldn’t go too far that her eyes would close and never open again. They kept her coming back for more, attached to him even though she hated him.<br/><br/>Lost in her own mind she didn’t see the smack to her forehead, sending her back onto her ass and tailbone with pain shooting up her spine. Her palms broke some of her fall though they did nothing to aid in it. She was caught off guard, lost in those eyes and the words he spoke. He missed her and she had misbehaved while he was gone. It was only fair, she deserved this. Teija looked up at him, surprise and acceptance both in her eyes. Surprise for she thought he wanted to get off, acceptance for she knew she deserved it. Besides the treatment she knew she was about to receive, she couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous body, his cock hard from her attention stood out as if begging for more of her.<br/><br/>She felt his fingers entwine within her mound of greasy hair that sat atop her head. He didn’t give her enough time to get to her feet, his hand dragging her on the floor. Screams of pain erupted from her lips, hands clasping around his to try and elevate the stinging sensations as strands broke from her scalp. Her feet scrambled for the ground that eluded her for several feet. Torso twisted and lips screamed before she was able to get ahold of that elusive floor. Below said floor, Emma’s head snapped upward, hearing the faint cries of pain from a woman. She stood, having found her way back to the mattress. With her head turned upwards she went to the stairs, her voice hollering for help. Unworked hands jostled the locked doorknob as she screamed. Her fists began banging on the door, allowing the cries from the other woman to melt into her own.<br/><br/>Teija slammed against the side of the tub, her ribs jabbing into the side with her body crunching over it. Teija cried out in pain, her hand going to her ribcage that was only just beginning to heal from her last punishment. “You shouldn’t have made it so easy!” She shot back at him, teeth clenched through the pain. The words were barley out of her mouth before she found herself beginning flung over the tub like a ragdoll, her arm clasped in his iron grip. Her free hand went into the bowl of the tub, holding her chest and head up before she pushed upward, wanting to free herself from the humiliating roll as her pants were carelessly pulled down. “Marl-!” She cried, almost angrily as she tried to get up. His name was choked off, finding the cool coil of metal wrapping around her neck and cutting the word off. Her hands went to the metal rope, fingers trying to pry the choker from her neck, only to have it tighten more. Her throat gurgled and she gasped for air, though she made no attempt to get up again.<br/><br/>She felt him press down against her back and ass, feeling his bare chest against her hot skin. She felt his breath caress her skin and a part of her felt loved. The pain came next. Her lips screamed again as her flesh was caught between his teeth, digging to find that the few muscles she had. Blood prickled into his mouth as his teeth dug through flesh. Her hands began to flail, one holding herself from smashing her face into the other side of the tub, the other trying to pry his head from her back. He was like a leech painfully attached to her body. Her throat gurgled, cutting the scream off as the coil tightened. In the moment it tightened he impaled her, her breath gasping but coming up short and making her mind flutter black for a split second. Her hand slipped in the second she lost consciousness, her chest falling forward with her head lolling down, smacking her forehead off the soap dish that protruded from the wall.<br/><br/>She was dry, it stung. Her virtue felt like it was on fire, the skin dragged around his fingers and her hips buckled toward the tub, wanting to escape his digits. Her forehead felt warm, her head pounded, a droplet of blood trickled down between her eyes, sliding down the right side of her nose and onto the corner of her lip. She could taste the copper, inhaling the scent and taste as she gasped for air. Her palm slapped against the bowl of the tub, the sound ringing through the bathroom and echoing down into the basement. It was like she was trying to tag out.<br/><br/>Emma heard the slap that reverberated in her prison. She stopped pounding on the door and looked at the ceiling, her heart beating in her ears. It had only been a few moments since that man left. Someone was in distress up there. How many women did he have? From the looks in his eyes it wasn’t the first time he took a woman. The memory of the cold, almost enticing look he gave her sent shivers down her spine. “Is anyone there!?” She screamed, looking at the ceiling as if the banging was meant to grab her attention. Emma went back down the stairs, hollering once more.