Kala had almost reached the hallway when she felt a strong arm wrap around her small waist. She knew immediately who it was, before she even felt his lips upon her ear, his whisper finding her ear before she felt his tongue against her lobe, causing that old familiar fear to make a home within the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>His next words sent a cold chill to slither up the base of her spine and she drew in a sharp breath as he turned her around to face him, his hands quickly finding her wrists to disable her defenses against him. As her eyes bore into his own, one couldn't even fathom how much she wanted to stick a knife into his gut.<br/><br/>Before she could object, he was hauling her up the stairs towards the private rooms. "Let me go..." She growled, struggling fruitlessly against his grip. When they reached the top level, the man she had assaulted earlier stopped them in the middle of the hallway.<br/><br/>She let her eyes linger upon the man and even though she would and could have kicked his ass from here to Sunday, even she would have prefered for him to somehow manage to get her out of Ellon's clutches. But he knew that the man's attempts would be as fruitless as her own.<br/><br/>She was proved right when Ellon assaulted the man and she could see the pain plain on his face as Ellon crushed his dick and balls with his bare hand. She tried to use the opportunity of the distraction to yank her wrist away from Ellon's grasp, but to no avail.<br/><br/>Suddenly, they were moving again and it wasn't long before Ellon had chosen a room and she was being thrusted within it, causing her to stumble in her footing. She quickly regained her footing though and whirled around just as she saw him remove his jacket.<br/><br/>She could see his powerful frame, even underneath his shirt and she knew that it wasn't only his mass that would make her lose this fight. She had taken down plenty of men twice her size and bigger, but none of them had the age and power that Ellon had. She was tragically out matched.<br/><br/>He towered over her as he approached and before she could react, his arms were wrapped securily around her frame once more, holding her flush against him. She let out a long low growl as she struggled, feeling his lips and teeth graze her flesh until the sharpness of his canines peirced the tender flesh of her throat.<br/><br/>Her blood pooled readily to the surface, but he did not feed for long, at least not for the moment. She felt the tip of his tongue pass over the wound to heal it before his free hand came to cup her face as his lips pressed forcefully to her own.<br/><br/>She made a muffled angry cry against his lips, her small frame still struggling against his own. The last place she wanted to be was here. Her arms were held useless, but her hands were not. It took her a moment, but her fingers worked at the blade that was strapped to her wrist while he was distracted with the kiss.<br/><br/>Finally, she managed to loosen it and her fingers coiled around the hilt of the blade. She readied the blade within her hand and just before she tried to drive the blade within his thigh, she threw her head back and then quickly drove it forward, attempting to slam her forehead into his nose. She may not be able to win against him, but she would sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for him. She would try to inflict as much pain as she could. She would not be taken easily.