The resistence Melinda offered just served to have Thomas smash his foot into her ankle all the harder. Over and over again first with bruising, then with bone crushing force. Each time his foot connected that delicate part of her leg he grunted out a word of the following sentence, "If... that's ... how... you... like it... I ... can ... play... your game." In an odd way, blaming Melinda for the pain she was forcing him to cause her.<br/><br/>The way Melinda kicked at Thomas caught him by surprise when he was drawing his foot back to kick her again. He stumbled back and caught himself before he fell, but in doing so, his blunt nails scraped across her throat leaving deep, angry red scratches in her skin as she slipped from his grasp for the moment. He spat into the gutter and for the first time tonight real heat blazed within his cold eyes, hard eyes as Melinda finally manages to break past his self control and enrage him.<br/><br/>Whipping out his nasty knife, Thomas turned to the person Melinda was pleading with for help and spat out. "DON'T be a hero... My blade's hungry..." Then he turned back to Melinda and stalked towards her. "Stupid slapper... I'd only wanted a bit o' fun and profit for  us both but if that ain't nothing you'll want a part of... well... the evening can go a whole different way," he assured Melinda, slowly waving his knife in the air between them. "Last chance... spread your legs and welcome me in or... I'm gonna introduce your insides to the outside..."