The movements of her body turning and plastic tightening rose Iris from her moments slumber, eyes hazy with pain that had swarmed in the back of her skull. Slowly those eyes widened, remembering the cause of her fall as she looked up to him watching. Warmth spread through her bod easing the cold drops from left over showers caught in the curtain's creases. She breathed and tried to move her arms, but the resistance wouldn't allow for that so easily. Water rose to the stream of the faucet, and her struggles became more pronounced as she attempted to escape her makeshift prison.<br/><br/>"Stop!" Her voice nearly squeaked, laced with terror at the threat. Not only was she trapped, but the bath water's slow approach past her ears sent her in a frenzy. It was that awareness of what could happen, and the frustration at how something so pathetic could keep her in place. She gasped once Roan entered the tub with her, watching his intense eyes as he rolled the curtain up past her thighs. There was no secret to what he wanted, and the ruffle of plastic allowed for the edge to curl and give way to her moving arms.<br/><br/>Iris's sigh of freedom however turned into a sharp yelp, feeling him invade her once more while breaking through what had mended. Her muscles quivered in an excitement that she didn't wish to accept, but was soon forgotten as her upper body was sent plunging into the rising water. Having rested a hand on the tub's edge she grew still, hips up and legs curled while his own moved to stab into her. Dark blue stared up from the clear water, almost in shock as her never blinking gaze took in the feeling of him taking her. What if there was no death and agony between them, how would he show love to her then? Would he not feel as excited, while being fueled by something no other man had?<br/><br/>She coughed bubble from her mouth before fighting to rise, needing breath as her heart rattled to the struggle and pleasure coursing through her form. Chest burning with the desire to rise, the angel clawed her fingers along the tub for any sturdy leverage. But his thrusts hardened, and her actions soon stalled as her head met the tub with every motion. Pain shot down her neck while she continued her will to surface, but with the increased heart rate her body slowed quickly to not being allowed oxygen. Again she stared up at Roan, the fear noted on her expression as she twisted and dove her arms into the water. She was becoming frantic then, throwing water across the bathroom with her splashes as she grabbed and knocked over bottles and soaps.