<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 12px">Hungry eyes took her in. That predatory gaze that was honestly terrifying. The way his cock bounced as he stared at her. She blinked a bit and hesitating as he seemed throughly aware of what he wanted tondo next. Callie loathes that he was calculating, how he seemed to know how to get what he wanted and that he could read her actions . He watched her like the prey he saw each movement and like a wolf he could sense her weakness. The knock brought a jolt and she found the man's now annoyed face and deep growl turning from her. Her eyes followed his to the door and for a moment she felt like bolting. However when she went to move her muscles all screamed in pain. She couldn't. The adrenaline was wearing off and now anxiety just sat in its place. <br/>
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The naked captain felt no shame as he stood and waited for the man to speak. Hearing their conversation she nearly hissed under her breath. 'Of course.' She thought bitterly as her situation continued to escalate. As the door shut she watched him turn. Callie watching him, blue eyes carefully tsking him in. Not even the interruption seemed to soften his cock. Really she began to wonder what the hell would turn this man off. He swung his hand at her and how dressed she was. She cringed at the very close reality that soon her clothes were going to be gone. She swallowed hard only to hear the word burn and then suddenly there was fire on his fingers. She stiffened and looked to his face. Everything about this man. His markings, his powers, the way the room felt as he used said powers. Callie closed her eyes in defeat. She had no strength, nor did she have the magic he held. "Fine. Fine." The last fine was completely quiet, almost as if she was convincing herself she said it. She shuffled herself so her feet were out on front of her, slowly she unbuckled the boots, her body stiff as her attention was on the magic user. She felt as if her finger would start trembling. Once her buckles were done she pulled off the boots and tossed them over the side of the bed. They hit the ground with a hard clattered. Obviously heavier than normal boots. She was much lighter now as she adjusted herself. Swinging her legs beneath her with a woman's grace.<br/>
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Tucking her legs beneath her and she kneeled pushing up to her knees. She glance up and looked at the man and then at the fire. Obviously she wasnt too keen on wither idea, but unlike most subborn women, she was smart and chose her battles wisely. She felt the quivering on her lip and she bibit the inside of it to stop. Damn him. Her finger grabbing the string and pulling it loose before pulling the garment off to reveal a tight corest under it. She slowly unhook it. Slowly letting it the piece of clothing fall. She then pulled the fabric up and over her head. Tossing it aside. She was uncomfortable. Now exposed, he could see her soft milky skin, amthen the purples and blues that decorated that clear skin. Around her ribs was the darkest as well as swollen. Her ribs obviously injured in some serious way, making the fact that she took his blows without screaming all the more impressive. Grabbing the corset she shoved it into the pile with the others and she began to undo her leather pants. She hesitated, unable to stop the soft quiver that ran theough her hands. Thats when she noticed he was closer. She could feel his presence and so she kept her eyes staring at the bed beneath her. Unable to bring herself to look at him. She was humiliated, he had won in ever aspect of this capture. Even drove her to do the dirty work for him. The closer he got the more shadows seemed to dance across her from the candle light. Callie wanted to scream and fight but in the end she'd end up more damaged and letting him have what he wanted in the first place. Her shoulder was bruised, other than her ribs many other ppaced on her abdomen were. Down her thighs and calfs, across her arms. Nothing had gone untouched when he had unleashed hell on her ship. <br/>
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Blonde locks fell foward as she kept her eyes down, away from that smirk, away from his hungry eyes. Lip bloody, cheek a bit swollen, a gash a top her head, it wasnt a pretty sightand yet there was an untold beauty abput her in that candle light. The way the light caught her cheekbone and ran down her jaw to the shadowed chin. Her shoulders were small, yet muscled. Callie's entire body was hardened muscle, save for the large double D breasts that she managed to somehow look smaller. Though the breasts were oddly perky for their size it made her hour glass frame seems smaller. Her fingers finished undoing the pants and she curled then around the waistband, pushing them down. How she wanted to jusy curl up and die. Doing this with no protest, giving the man what he wanted, she hated it.</span></span>