Thomas' fingers closed around Melinda's throat, cold as ice and hard as steel. He plucked her off the wall with an almost embaressing ease just as she was able to hoist herself up off the street. She'd worked hard, and who was he to deny her a moment of hope... and prayer.<br/><br/>"Only the little death, dearie," Thomas growled as he stabbed his knife into the wall near Melinda's head, half burrying it in the wall's wood. As he did so he spun her around  then slammed her back, and the back of her head, into the wall she'd been trying to climb. A dull thud reverberated through the alley and the wall shook as he was anything but merciful about the amount of power he put into manhandling her.<br/><br/>"No need to pray... You'll be screaming out 'Oh GOD!!' soon enough," Thomas promised as he ran his now knife free hand down the side of Melinda's face as he kept his other hand wrapped around her throat to keep her pressed against the wall. He eyed her hungrily and leaned in to breath in the scent of her skin as he whispered, "this will not go fast... and you'll be begging for more..."