Just one more slap. Rogue wanted it, she needed it, Lucian knew that and he refused it. Of fucking course. The girl let out a loud frustrated groan, if she wasn't still bound at Lucian's mercy, she would throw shit, break shit, and get herself off. "Please?!" She screamed begging her tormentor for some kind of relief. Rogue's red hot pussy was on fire and she just needed an orgasm to put it out. But she didn't want that orgasm by Lucian's cock, it would be too intimate and humiliating. It would basically be her begging him to fuck her and she wouldn't go that low. She wanted him to slap her pussy one more time so that she could explode in ecstacy.<br/><br/>"Ahhhhhh. Fuck, what's that cities name?" Rogue had never been good at trivia. She casted her eyes to Lucky who, due to the mouth gag, still couldn't speak. Lucky's eyes were almost closed as drool puddled from her mouth.<i>It used to be Seabrook, I believe, but what the fuck do they call it now? Is it still Seabrook? </i>Rogue didn't run errands to other places that often, hell she hadn't been a part of this post apocalyptic nightmare that long.<br/><br/>"Seabrook." Rogue finally let the words slip from her puffy lips. The girl was a mess right now, red puffy face, burn from Lucian's cigarette, bruised from his beating on her face and now on her neck from him choking her. The blonde could actually clean up very well and look like a prewar person but it took time and patience and the look usually didn't last long. Rogue wanted to pop off some more sarcastic remarks but now was not the time. Right now her only concern was getting lucky the fuck outta this situation.