Trying to bring her rifle to bear on the demon as it dropped from the ceiling, she was caught off guard at the speed for something so large. Once it grabbed her, she knew she couldn't get the rifle turned on the demon, it was pinning her arm with it's massive scythe arm, and she didn't feel like testing the suit's durability against it. Instead, her hand made for the pistol on her side before stopping as the demon rushed for the wall of the building, instead moving her hands to brace for the impact as the demon charged through the building.<br/><br/>Coughing from the dust and powder of the shattered wall, blinking her eyes to try to wash them of the irritants, she felt the wind rushing against her face as the ground rushed to meet them. They hit the ground with a loud thud, the demon taking the fall for the most part, but she still felt a good jostle from the impact. Before she had time to think of reaching for either gun, they were quickly knocked from reach, like her captor knew what they were ahead of time. She briefly wondered how they knew, being usually simple minded things, she tried to<i>carefully</i>extract her arms from its graps, wary of the sharp edges of it's arms. Her caution, however, turned panic when the demon started to slice into her suit, the sharp edges lightly grazing her body, but never cutting the skin, as she was revealed to the demon.<br/><br/>Wincing at the loud cry as the thing called to its friend, or pack mate, or whatever the relationship was between them. she looked back, hoping to see an opportunity to distract it. Instead, she caught a glimpse of the growing, thickening length that made it's way towards her. She knew the risks of this happened, she heard enough stories, but seeing one of them aiming for herself made her think of how vulnerable she was without her suit. The demon seemed to share those thoughts as it pushed itself into her.<br/><br/>Her thoughts melded together. Fear, angry, pleasure, she wasn't sure which she felt more of at any time as it filled her, giving her a brief moment to adjust before starting to thrust into her, her body bouncing in it's grasp from the impacts. She balled her hands into fists, biting down on her bottom lip to try to minimized any noise she made. She didn't want to give the thing any satisfaction from the act more than it already had, but lord, it was<i>HUGE</i>, almost painfully so. Part of her mind wondered how she could take it all, another focusing on how to free herself from it, and the last faction of mind wanting more.<br/><br/>That part caused her worry, this wasn't something she should want, something she should resent, but part of her played the idea in her head, and it gave her shivers of excitement.