Carl finished with the belt and pulled at the zipper, still gripping her arm in his other hand. Before he could do any more, there was a pounding at the door leading out of the cabin. He snarled and turned, then decided to ignore it. He knew who it must be, and wasn't going to bother until he'd finished teaching her a lesson. Reaching down, he began jerking at her jeans to get them open. In his fury, his fingers were awkward, and he struggled to get her jeans down. Finally, several long moments later, he finally managed it, and began working the material down over her hips.<br/><br/>There was a loud crash as someone kicked the outside door open, then heavy footfalls preceeded the arrival of a young man in the door to the small empty room. He filled the door frame, 6'6" of solid muscle and rage, his sapphire blue eyes burning toward Carl. He had long hair, so dark it was almost black, and currently pulled back in a tail at the back. He wore a simple grey t-shirt, jeans, and hiking shoes.<br/><br/>"I was worried when you didn't show up for counceling. And you didn't pick up your prescription. Looks like I was right to be worried." His eyes burned with hate and anger, "Let her go now, Carl, and step away. Don't make me hurt you." He pulled his gaze toward the girl's face, trying to meet her eyes, and winced as he saw the many bruises, "Don't worry, miss... you'll be fine. I promise."