She was blinded by the fury of her mind, his refusal of her presence for what she was stabbed something that she wished to hide. Hurtful memories, drenched with blood and last goodbyes. Betrayal and failures, broken wings and shriveled feathers. Iris wanted to fall in humanity to forget herself, and she did well, until that moment. Roan's movements didn't gain the attention of her distant gaze, but the slam of the door by his hand was enough to shake her from the mindset where she had fallen.<br/><br/>Something caused her to grip at her torn clothing tighter, even when she had nearly fallen to his seduction seconds before. Her thoughts were unstable, never deciding fully on what it was she wanted. While he was the object of her desires, there was the natural caution of her mind warning of the abuse he could cause. She was torn, unable to focus while her body shuddered to the grasp of reality once her gaze refocused.<br/><br/>His hand graced the warm skin of her arm, and it urged her to relax before him. At least until her spoke, with that commanding voice that caught her breath. Iris looked at him wearily, feeling insufficient to keep up with his mind. She shook her head automatically, stepped forward to reach for the door handle while trying to slip around him, "No, you just said.."<br/><br/>The rest of her sentence echoed through her mind, leaving her uncertain if she had even finished speaking at all. A flash of pain struck her cheek, followed by long hair whipping around her face while her head spun to the side. Her world dizzied and collided with pain, leaving confusion while the floor had suddenly became her support. Dark blue eyes blinking rapidly, she rose a shaking hand to her face where Roan had struck her. Again, again he had hit her. Pain gripped her heart while she looked up at him, legs curling underneath her partially nude form while the torn material no longer matter, "You've already hurt me, what more do you want?!"<br/><br/>Iris rose her voice, the soft words of an angel suddenly wavering in a way that could breaks hearts. Instinct told her to scoot back, attempting to move away from his feet as if there was fear that he would kick her.