It was a good sign of a healthy woman, the way she went for the exit. And he felt her well against his arm when it stopped her dead. It would have been strange if she didn't try to flee, initially. Adorable surprise, when he flicked her. What did she expect? A jab? She was his. He wouldn't be such a brute on their first night together. His beautiful Emma wouldn't need to be pummeled, would she? She was a good girl. Like a  game, she targeted the fingers that had lifted her legs, a cat, and exactly like a game, he was enjoying himself. It was as if she thought the article he freed her from was her last chance at escape. Her last chance was spent when he noticed her in the sunlight, that day.<br/><br/>The Krause monster was red-eyed when he uncovered her privacies. He'd fallen inlove with her laughter, but he'd liked watching her too. It was quite a reward to get this view. She didn't mourn her modesty long, bucking against him like she was trying to entice him further. He laughed darkly at that, and let her have her little dance against him. Was she terrified when she felt her struggle awaken a hill for her to rub against? The intake of air, one of her last in a while, when he took her tit, was beautiful. It was unfortunate for the beautiful girl that she was so stunning in her distress. Marlon already knew she would be.<br/><br/>It was just a matter of savoring her after that. Her valiant fight was fading, her kicking legs and bared sex courting his through his jeans, like she really did want to make this their wedding night. Fire hooded bride. But what shot extra blood into the density he was nurturing for her, against her, was her expression. In response he had some love in his eyes, even though his expression was mostly stern still. She was misbehaving, no matter how expected, and he couldn't encourage that if she was to grow into a good member of their family. He wouldn't humor her by responding already. Perhaps that's where he'd gone wrong with Teija.<br/><br/>As she treated him to her beautiful decline, her sensual legs giving their all in ever softer motions, like treading water around him and then sinking, it was hard not to have at her right there. She was gorgeous with death creeping into her lungs. How was he supposed to resist seeing this to her end? It might have been worth it too, all this patience, if he could just sit here and squeeze her until she and her surprise froze in a tribute to his decision and strength forever. So she got a kind pet on her tongue, so he could celebrate the return of oxygen with her. She didn't have the sense to bite him when his other set of fingers mourned their departure from her lithe neck.<br/><br/>Vivid in her new chance at life, Emma drank at air beneath him, her legs still where he'd put them, hugging him, while she erupted in pulls of air and coughs. Grateful lips are the best. Already, she was understanding. He smiled his pedigree face and stroked her cheek with the moist from her own pink tongue. A dapper captor, with enamel cheekbones, gaunt and pretty, and poisonous, full lips. "There's my Emma." he praised, and nodded in tune with her. He lifted her again, to sit, she was already in his lap, and held her head to his. His hand cupped her bare ass, and the fingers crawled closer to her now exposed mound, simply resting there, tips licking at her entrance as he looked into her eyes. He was still excited, and she would be able to tell.<br/><br/>"We're going to be together, Emma." he said. "I'm not going to ignore you like Laurent." A promise. She would have his attention. "But you have to be a good woman. My woman." He would be lying if he tried to sell their commune as leisurely for the wives. The other hand let go of her head and ran a thumb over her lower lip. "I want you to try hard for me, okay? It'll make you happy and fulfilled. It's what you're born for." And that too, was the belief of their commune. He was sure she'd protest, even if he hoped she wouldn't. "Now, I'm going to leave you to think about all this. Don't put your panties back on."<br/><br/>She had already confessed her greatest fear to him. Loneliness. She'd have no control down here. She couldn't open her window or turn up her music. She could call for him but he'd only come when he chose. This room had been made for when the new girls wouldn't stop screaming. The house had eaten her calls so far, never reaching out the front door, but once he closed this cellar room, there'd be quiet even on the first floor. She'd be here alone with her demons, begging him to come back. Emma seemed particularly susceptible to this kind of treatment. It seemed Emma was going to be compliant, choking will do that, be needed to cement his place over her early. She had such potential, and the commune needed to understand his value.<br/><br/>"Would you like to kiss me, goodnight?" he offered as his hands started to leave her, and gently scoot her back - a gentle but final-feeling sign that she was indeed going to be locked up by herself. He'd like for her to try affection to keep him, but he didn't know if she was cunning enough for that. Either way, it was bound to upset her.