<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Townsend.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>John Templeton<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs (Deputy)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>July 18th, 1874 (Two years before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening, One hour later<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement of the Sheriff's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Closed, Ginny<br/><hr/><strong>“Stop,”</strong>he mocked, his grip still tight on her jaw.  But he didn’t need to mock her anymore.  He could see the fear in her eyes, the fingers on her jaw could feel the rush of blood through her neck.  He knew her heart was racing, knew she was terrified.  He had her where he wanted her, and he knew it.  He drew the leather of the belt down the side of her cheek, stroking the side of her face gently – and then his hand pulled back, the leather slapping down against the beam behind her, the leather cracking like a whip and not quite touching her.  It simply made a loud ‘CRACK!’ and brought a smile to his face when she jumped.<br/><br/>The shriek brought another chuckle, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear.  “I don’t wanna get away from ‘yuh.’  I want to get deeper’n you than any man ever has.  And I think yer gonna keep it to yerself, lest you want the whole town knowin’ yer spoiled goods.”  His hand tightened on her breast, squeezing the orb and then releasing, giving her face a pat where he’d slapped it earlier.<br/><br/>His eyes widened in horror as she mentioned her uncle.  “Oh no!”  For a moment he sold the look, seeming genuinely terrified, and then he threw back his head and gave a dark laugh.  “The<em>card-player?</em>”  His laugh echoed through the room.  “I’m so verrah terrified,” he mocked.  “And so<em>verrah</em>tired of your mouth.”  He reached to his boot, slipping a knife from within.  He brought the blade up alongside her face, letting the tip of it trace over her lips, the folded belt still in his free hand.  “Temptin’ as it to cut it out – there’s some damn fine things yer tongue can do once yer feelin’ a little friendlier.”  The blade continued to trace downwards, over her pale, full breast, and then he slipped the tip beneath the material.  In one quick swipe, the chemise came free, and he tore it from her body.  He discarded it on to the box which held her other clothes.<br/><br/>But he wasn’t done.  He reversed the Bowie knife, driving it down hard, fast enough to feel the wind whoosh between her bare thighs.  Then his fingers traced up her thighs, grabbing hold of her panties, and yanking them free.  He wadded the torn undergarments in one hand, then casually punched her in the belly, forcing the underwear into her mouth when the punch forced her mouth open.  A moment later he was tying the leather of the belt around her mouth, forced between her teeth, making a very effective gag that he cinched behind her head.<br/><br/>He smiled at her.  “Now.  Now your company might be downright enjoyable.”  He squeezed a bare breast, then began to trail his hand down her belly.<br/><br/>