The sound of the click and the slight poke makes Serina instantly freeze. The rotten bastard would probably do it too. She glares down at him, she body shaking with the effort to repress her wish to just beat him within an inch his worthless life. Her eyes flick to the knife prodding her lean stomach and she feels a sudden shift and with a surprised squeak she finds herself on her back with Enzo's evilly smiling face leering down at her as his forearm settles over her neck, restricting her ability to breathe.  The snake handler thrashed and kicked, cringing at the feel of his rigid erection prodding her thigh.<br/><br/>The slap took her by surprise, jerking her head to the side. She could taste blood in her mouth from where her teeth had cut her lip. She tried to blink back tears as her eyes watered and she hissed in pain when he squeezed her jaw hard. Worse is the gentle touch against the vivid red mark his slap caused. The soft touch as oddly more disturbing and makes her skin crawl. She hisses in pain again when he roughly tugs her hair and Serina's mind calls up the memory of Izzy tugging lightly at her hair. It is a good memory and she tried to cling to it like a shield to protect her from Enzo's actions but the harsh tugs at her silken hair, the smell of his breath and the weight of his body all force her back to her situation.<br/><br/>She hisses, trying to bite him when his lips touch the tip of her nose. He would pay for this. He was right, she could not prove this but she could prove that Enzo struck her, she could tell her side of the story, what he had said and done. He was truly insane if her thought people would side with him. Izzy would believe her and even if she did not, she could read minds. She cries out weakly when he tugs her hair hard to the side. If not for her flexibility he would have injured her.<span style="color: green"> "Fuck you." </span>she whimpers, hating being called a slut and she feels a wave of nausea when he grinds himself against her. Nothing in life has disgusted her more than Enzo did in the moment. She yelps again at the second even harder slap but barely feels it.<br/><br/>Her breath escapes in harsh gasps with his hand on her slender throat, squeezing tightly. She squirms weakly, listening to his tirade all the while thinking that if she cut his damn tongue out, he could not hypnotize Izzy ever again. He thought he was convincing her to go along and give herself to him to save Izzy but all that he was achieving was to continue to build the hatred inside of her. His lips pressing to hers made the final decision for her. For what he had done to Izzy, to her, and to countless others no doubt, there would be a reckoning. When he finally pushes himself off of her, she simply lays there curling in on herself.<br/><br/>To the bastard, she must look defeated, soundly put in her place. That could not be farther from the truth. Her eyes were still watering and her makeup ruined. She did look the part. The second he is gone she pulls herself to her feet, spitting to clear any trace of him from her lips. Slipping quietly around the back of her wagon, she dashes for Izzy's, moving as quickly as possible without drawing undue attention. She rounds the corner and comes up short. Cam was with Izzy and they looked awfully close. She actually smiled. They looked really good together and she hated herself for what she had to do but the longer she let this go the more time Enzo would have to get to his sister. She walked forward and cleared her throat to announce her presence. She knew that she looked a mess but she did not care.<span style="color: green"> "Izzy, I hate to interrupt, really I do... but we really need to talk."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>