Name: Sam Caldwell<br/>Location: Sam's Room<br/>Approximate Time: 7:52 am<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Deke (<a class="username" data-user-id="35804" data-username="@greybishop" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/35804/">@greybishop</a>)<br/>Wearing: Leather Lingerie Outfit<br/><br/>Sam hid her cringed expression from the man's gaze, almost gagging at the nonchalant casual tone he was taking with her. This... this piece of shit filth made her wear the the most intimate of her clothes, something she had only worn for a couple other chosen boys from school. And here she was, dressed like a prostitute for some sociopath scum her brother had brought into her life... Her<i>brother</i>. Her hidden scowl deepened, as the man continued... Her eyes scanned over her room while he couldn't see them. Considering what the best course of action was to take, what weapons she might be able throw together and stab him in the jugular if given a moment. She swallowed hard shifting her body away from him, her arms holding her breasts and stomach, trying to maintain a modicum of modesty.<br/><br/>She felt his fingers press up on her chin the way her father might of when she was young. She loosened her grimace, dropping the stern hateful look of disgust before he could see it. Instead he simply saw a scared trembling girl with big blue innocent eyes, a soft quivering lip hanging slightly open, her pristine ivory smooth skin plush to the touch. Her brows furrowed in confusion at his words, 'was this... rat-man trying to give me words of encouragement? Proud of being made to dress-up and stand here? This guy is insane... I'm in serious trouble...' She simply nodded, unsure what he was expecting her to say, the oddity of it all only made the situation more disturbing. She blinked, and her heart almost stopped... 'H-he's going to take me to a clubhouse? I have to get out of here.... I have to get he fuck out of here!' This was more then a robbery... this was some kind of game to this.... freak. He saw her as his bitch... a female dog. Sam wasn't stupid, she could read between the lines, sense the intent in the way he spoke..<br/><br/>She draw her hands away from her body, letting his warm tough fingers tug and pull on the straps tied tightly around her body. She grunted disdainfully at the feeling of her firm cushy breasts being groped and molested by Deke, the sensation of his finger squeezing at her, rubbing up against her nipples made her want to vomit. Her breasts were exceptionally soft, with a firmness behind them, her nipples poked out eagerly from the caress, responding as they naturally do. "Ahh...Mmm.." She gasped lightly between clenched teeth, wincing, obeying him by placing her hands at her sides. Though she was beginning to see listening to this man... wasn't doing her any favors. If anything It seemed to only make things worse for her.  'I have to get out... t-this can't happen to me. I won't let it..'<br/><br/>She looked at him, her eyes squinting into a bit of glare as he requested her to speak truth. What was the point of going along with him, if he'd just.... rape her anyways? She had been used by boys before, often being pursued, always with selfish desire. The same desire on his face now. 'He wants the truth? Fine...' "You disgust me... your an evil over developed fetus that should have been aborted.. and I hope you fucking burn in hell!" Her tone venomous and biting, seething hate momentarily overshadowing the fear and anxiety. Her gaze penetrating with the malice of someone who wanted the other to truly die. She balled her hand tightly in her fist, wanting to strike him, to tear at his eyes with her nails... She looked down at his hands groping her, visually gagging and looking back up at him. The feeling of being exploited, violated.. without remorse, it was something she had never really felt before to this degree. Her mouth shook as the tears in her eyes began fill her again, finding it difficult to look at him. "I-I just want you to leave me alone... I'm not going... to your slut farm, whore house..I won't" She said while shaking her head, desperation of different emotions shifting over her face. She looked at him more intently, her gaze pressing into him in a moment of primal fury. She was a survivor, through and through, and something in him reflected that animal drive to live, to survive. A burning center in her soul knew deep down.. she'd rather die then live under someone else's boot.. life as someones.. Bitch... was no life at all, it was hollow.. like a reflection in the mirror. An illusion of life. Her heart was that of an anarchist... to survive as a slave, was death. "Is.. Is there a chance for me?" she asked blankly, a fatalistic knowing touching behind her voice, the first time her eyes held back nothing, her spirit laid bare to him, her fist still balled in her hand.