The girl watched as he kissed the saliva soaked rag that had been her bane for what felt like days. There was something disturbing about that simple action, like he was somehow taking something from her with the press of his lips. It made her feel shallow inside, hollow and mentally cold. It was like a lover’s gentle kiss to something that had been special to her, but foul and wrong. Her eyes briefly followed the throw of the rag, watching it soundlessly fall to the ground before her eyes snapped back to him, taking her chance of escape.<br/><br/>The wind was knocked from her lungs as he shot his arm out around her stomach, her body folding over the length ever so slightly as she made impact. Immediately she struggled against his grip as she was pulled back and then tossed on the mattress. Her body bounced on the mattress as she fell back, laying down as he joined her on the soft, dirty surface. When he flicked her lip her head reared back in almost shock, her eyes widening at the odd chiding. “What are you talking about?” She managed to yell out at him before her ankles were taken into his hands. Her legs kicked out, trying to free herself from his grasp, her fingers went to his as she felt his touch against her boxers. Her body squirmed like a worm out of the safety of its dark home. Her lips parted again as she began to scream in protest, her hands working to free his fingers from the few articles of clothing that made her feel safe.<br/><br/>She felt the cool air prickle at her skin as her buttocks and mound were exposed to the damp basement air. Her body was pulled toward him, her hair creating a ring of fire around her pale face. Her hips reared against his, bumping and thrusting to try and free herself from the iron grip that held her. Only when that hand coiled around her neck did the screams finally come to an end in a stifled gasp of air. Her hands went to his, fingers prying at his firm grip as she struggled for breath. Eyes were wide as she stared up at him, his face forever imprinting in her mind. His fingers gliding under her shirt felt like fire on her skin. She knew what he was doing, knew what was in the near future for her. Every little touch felt like flames licking at her skin. Her skin prickled with sweat from the heat and adrenaline yet she felt cold and afraid. The grip on her breast made her gasp, her neck trying to stretch out of hand.<br/><br/>The veins in her neck throbbed, her face began going pale as her breath struggled to fill her lungs. Her fingers fought with his hand as her body wriggled under him. She forever stared up at him as if she couldn’t believe what was happening to her, that everything was just a nightmare. The wide eyed doe look becoming morbid as her body began screaming for air. Several seconds ticked by with only the sound of her gasping for air filling the room. Red dots began filling her vision, distorting his face and making her struggle seem sluggish. Seconds continued and her struggle subsided, her limbs feeling heavy as her heart struggled to keep oxygen flowing through her body. Her legs slid down his hips, resting limply around him.<br/><br/>As her body relaxed she felt his fingers insert themselves into her mouth, tasting the salt from her own sweat and the flavor of his skin as he rubbed his fingers against her soft tongue.  The release of his grip was sweet and she gasped for air, the rush of cool air around his fingers tainting it before it went into her lungs. Emma coughed when he removed his fingers, the dots fading from existence. She could still taste him on her tongue, feel the lingering pressure of his fingers rubbing the muscle. Her body was loose, as if the fight had left her when the air did. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she gathered as much air as possible through her parted lips. One hand went to her neck, fingers tenderly touching the bruise that was already beginning to brand her. Her throat hurt so she didn’t speak. She wasn’t even sure if she could speak at that moment, but her head did nod. Emma would be good, good enough to not get herself killed. Good enough that she could escape.