Her eyes narrowed, brow crinkling at the reaction she was given. Was that some kind of complement? She’d been expecting him to be irritated, or annoyed by what she had said. Mostly because of the manor it was presented. Leaning back some her eyes followed his but saw nothing. The more she remained…he confused her yet intrigued her at the same time. Right then a small amount of fear crept in. She couldn’t place the why but it was there. A tiny speck that slowly grew the more he spoke.<br/><br/>Property; that was what she felt like and she knew that was essentially what she was. A toy to feed from or do away with at a whim. ‘Will win’, echoed in her mind spurring the rebellious nature in her. There was a flash of defiance in her eyes for an instant before darkness enveloped the room. Her mouth opened to ask what was going on but all that came out was a surprised “ooof”.<br/><br/>The ground was cold and hard beneath her, the dress doing nothing to dampen this problem. She squirmed in his grasp even if she knew logically it would do not good. The squirming stopped when she smelled her and spoke. Sucking in a breath she winced and bit her lip, the pain but she remained tense, heart beating rapidly despite her continuous effort to stop it.<br/><br/>It was not how she expected, not completely that is. It was rough, fast and unexpected as far as the timing but it was not as painful as she anticipated. Before long her body went still because her mind was working. She also found it a good way to distance herself from it without pushing it out totally. She tensed and made a small sound when he bit harder the flow of her blood was slower. He didn’t rip or tear which was a bit of a fear for her. Fingers clenched and her lower half fidgeted in discomfort. Pain followed after the ache dwindled. She had to bite hr lip to keep from crying out, the throbbing growing as he fed.<br/><br/>When it was over she was partially trembling, mostly if the cold floor, part because of terror and a slice of anger for the way it was all done. She was going to open her mouth to speak but her word were cut off. The world spun and her knees slammed against the ground, breathe rushing out when her stomach caught up. The cold against and her cheek and pressure ached. Without really thinking she struggled some. His words spurring a bit of that rebellious nature in her, terror doing the rest as she struggled a little more. Robin froze and hissed in a breath the moment the cold hit her bare skin.<br/><br/>She resists harder, frustration growing as her attempts prove useless. A small part of her started to go numb but she didn’t embrace it. Before she could stop herself the words, “get off”, slipped out. Wrists starting to tingle and sting from the pressure, fingers following suit.