<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a9/7b/a4a97bdacd3d857ce2e3c31ff5164caf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 10 p.m. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Her <strong>Private </strong>Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-Shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8d/bd/89/8dbd898aa374bbf599adaea6a692edd5.jpg) and Panties<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theseus Rockford <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Forced Compliance/ Eventual Dub-Con</span><hr/><br/>Robyn had never felt so violated and disgusted. She trembled visibly from the force of her rage along with the fact that this monster thought his actions were excusable; justified even. Irregardless of how she spoke to him or her physical assault, that did not grant him the right to grope her. Despite the fact that she did not part her lips to scream, as she shoould have done, she did not feel a stirring of attraction within herself for him. Theseus repulsed her to the depths of her guarded soul, and she hoped someday soon he would pay for his humilation of her.<br/><br/>She ground her teeth against each other when he yanked her hair for the umpteenth time, not wanting to grant him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. As he guided her down, bending her body towards the bed, it finally sunk into her stubborn mind how her evening might turn out if she did not do something drastic to liberate herself from his presence. He would not be content with merely touching her. He would rape her. Her eyelids closed tightly, battling another onslaught of tears, as she put her hands out in front of her, clutching the thick comforter within her fingers. Just when she thought of rebellion, he issued his quiet warning. His tone, firm and threatening, let her know he meant every word.<br/><br/>Robyn’s chest heaved up and down as she struggled to maintain her composure and not panic. As her mind raced with possibilities, she listened but did not dare look back at him as he searched through the dressers. She winced when his warm fingertips grazed across her panty covered behind. It was then she made her decision to fight. The illusion of parting her legs was given before she kicked out hard, striking him in the knee, and scrambled hastily across the bed’s surface. Still refusing to scream, she bolted across the floor and yanked open the door. He could have the room but she would never play whore for him.<br/><br/>