The man was on her long before she had time to react.  She hadn’t seen him coming and his grip was like that of iron.  Solid, hard, unforgiving.  His hands had felt like those of a giant, and though she couldn’t see the brute's face or body she knew he had the ability to snap her in two.  Like a starved twig in winter.<br/><br/>So this was Kisuya.  She’d heard stories about him.  He wasn’t known for his generousity or mercy.  And he sure as hell wasnt known for charity work.  Kisuya was about as dangerous as they got, or so their police reports indicated.  He was suspected of committing more serious crimes than she’d had hot dinners.  And now he held her chin squarely in his grasp forcing her to look into his eyes.<br/><br/>“Kisuya”  She ground out his name, pained by his grip, yet she refused to admit to herself he intimidated her.  Yes, she dared to speak his name.<br/><br/>Kate would say she’d met men like him before,  but in truth she hadn’t.   She narrowed her eyes, returning his glare with equal malice, challenging his authority before his men.<br/><br/>“I belong to No one.  Not now, not ever.   I will never be yours...NEVER!”  Her voice had risen, not quite shrill, but her tone was dark.  She felt the tension rising in the room, closing in on her, it became claustrophobic to an alarming level.  Her heart began to race.<br/><br/>Opportunity struck when the idiot holding her wrists slackened his grip.  Oh, see the one things about Kate was she never missed a trick.  Often underestimated.<br/><br/>She wrenched her head back hard, unexpectedly relieving herself of the grip Kisuya had on her and knocking back the  guy behind her.  Fuck, there was more, but all she had to do was get out the door.  Then she could outrun them.  Easily most likely.  Men that size....well not many of them can run for long.<br/><br/>She had to try.  Her life depended on it,  of that she was certain.