Then and there Tim proved Santi right.  To her utter horror.<br/><br/>Sam was still completely stunned at the appearance of the new boy, which was evidently something he, as janitor, had<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>seen before.  He was still staring, shocked, when Tim dropped a comment... one Santi wouldn't have understood, but which the newcomer, "Sven," did.  When Sven turned, Sam never even reached for his weapon, and with a quick move Santi's only protector was in a twisted heap on the floor.<br/><br/>"Y-you<span style="font-style: italic">killed</span>...!" was all she managed to get out, and even that was in a low stunned voice, before suddenly a hand was covering her mouth.  Her eyes widened even more, that green-eyed gaze sliding to Tim in horror.  But he was whispering words, words she barely registered, her mind already suddenly half gone as the blue pools of his eyes started to drown her will.<br/><br/>He broke eye contact for a moment, and he kissed her forehead, the bastard.  Her mind swam to the surface again, adrenaline serving as a buoy, but when she tried to move she found her hands held tightly, held by Sven... wait, where had her robes gone?  Her upper body was bared?  What, when had that happened?!  She hadn't been lost in his eyes<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>long, had she?  She was better than this...!<br/><br/>He whispered more words, meeting her eyes again, but after going under once she stayed at the surface of her mind this time.  Words, more words, useless, lies again.  Lies, just like the promise of peace in his eyes, like the gentleness of the kiss she found herself responding to, kissing back...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No... no, I'm better... than...</span>she couldn't quite finish the thought.  She could think whatever she wanted, but she couldn't deny that at least part of her wanted this.  She didn't want to die, but she wanted Tim, wanted to slide into him, wanted Sven to strip her by force and claim her from behind before she slid to her doom.  She even wanted to be proven wrong, and to survive it somehow, insane a hope though that was.  She was terrified, and he was betraying her, and she was helpless, and about to perish... and at least part of her wanted it.  Like the times she had let clients or friends tie her down, she was enjoying that these two could do whatever they wanted to her... that they could, and evidently<span style="font-style: italic">would,</span>"consume" her body however they saw fit...<br/><br/>His kiss changed, widening more than a human should be able to manage.  She went from kissing him back to having her lips on his tongue instead, then that was under her face as her head slid into him like sliding into a huge garbage bag, if slicker and hotter and tighter and... far more enjoyable.  However there was no more air than there would have been in a plastic bag, and her limited struggles grew as she realized that fact.<br/><br/>The robes slid from her feet, kicked away in her struggles.  Her kicks seemed harmless, even comical somehow... as though she was spreading her legs more than she should while fighting this.  To her shame and embarrassment she distantly realized that even as she was sliding inside Tim, knowing she was about to die, she still wished Sven had at least taken her body one last time before she died...<br/><br/>"You...<span style="font-style: italic">bas...tard!</span>" She screamed with what air she had left in her lungs.  "I'll... never...<span style="font-style: italic">ever... forgive...</span>you!"