His laugh surrounded her, caressed her, cut her. She moaned without sound and her head dropped forward as he taunted her, a hard press against her skin, kneading against her muscles, but she knew the force behind them. He could crush her if he chose. One word of his caught her. "B-bind?" She asked, eyebrows knitting together. "In-fernal?" She whispered to him, leaning further back as he crawled forward, every movement producing a sharp crack from the linoleum.<br/><br/>She shuddered at his words, and closed her eyes, seeming to fold in on herself, not daring to move too much, but too afraid to stand her ground. "I'm not... I just read the book...." She whispered, eyes flicking up to him, pleading for mercy, wide and frightened like a three-year-old in the attic. She was nearly laid out before him, auburn curls spreading across the floor, legs folded beneath her. She supported herself on freckled elbows, her breasts, swollen with desire, protruding up wantonly before her. His presence felt so good, she felt hot, tight, bound in place.<br/><br/>Her eyes gravitated down as he shifted, and she gaped at him, head snapping back up to his face, hands fisting. She was in far over her head. Her head was still clouded by him, crazy with fear and lust, she stared into his face, a sparrow to his king cobra, too afraid to move, to afraid not to. "Please...." She choked out, not sure whether she was begging him to touch her, or to go.