<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea somehow found herself once again being lifted by Carlos and thrown onto a bed. She had tried to roll away to get off the bed and make a run for it, but he had managed to hold her in place, straddling her, and then pinning her arms above her head. Fear shot through her like electricity as she was sure he was going to hit her, but instead he just stared down at her blankly as he spoke.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"...If you want to escape this, then there is only one way out. But you didn't have the courage to finish that before, so...better arrange yourself with me...otherwise I will make your life a hell on earth..." </span><br/><br/>Lea gave a humorless laugh,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"What? You think that you can make my life any worse than it is? Aren't you egotistical. Get a grip, Delgado."</span>She spat his last name out like it was a bad taste in her mouth and she held her chin up defiantly despite the fear inside of her. She wasn't going down without a fight. If he wanted to make her life hell, well then, she could return the favor.<br/><br/>Lea began trying to wriggle free, lifting her head in effort to bite Carlos' arm, but he moved it just out of her way. She gave a growl and bucked her hips in order to throw him off, but that hadn't worked either.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Let me go, asshole!"</span>she demanded furiously as she was beginning to panic.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I said let me go!"</span>