The way blood in the water calls to sharks, Melinda's pig-headed defiance summoned to the fore all the basest parts of Thomas' character eager to play with his new toy. "Touched though ye may be, girl, it won't change a thing," Thomas assured Melinda in a cold tone that was sharp as a razor's blade. Her determination to preserve her dignity and sense of self, evident in the firm cast of het jaw, her resignation to enduring all manner of indignity without bending or breaking only made Thomas want to step her strip her of it all all the more.  The tear steaks running down her face as she gasped out 'never' againjust made the brute laugh gruffly as he leaned back from her just a touch.<br/><br/>"Compromise, and never let it be said I'm an unreasonable man..." Thomas said in a dark tone as he drew back his right hand so the only one touching her was the one holding het up against the wall. Then, WiFi add a stroke of lightning, Thomas plowed his fist into her left sidein a powerful, rising blow that shook her whole body as it crashed into her ribs.<br/><br/>As Melinda experienced pain like nothing she'd every felt before Thomas fixed his predatory gaze on her and hissed, "... Nor a merciful one, sweets. This has been fun but..." as he paused his hand went to the high neckline of her dress. He grabbed it and tensed his bicep telegraphing his intentions to her. He'd expose the beauty of her feminine form to his view in the next heartbeat, but he wanted her to be fully cognicent of what was to happen next so the humiliation and helplessness of it all should hurry her hard.