<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> Someone Please Call 911 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiNRIR8tjFc); Physical Violence</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Robyn had begun to regret her choice to strike him, slap the taste out of his mouth. She knew next to nothing about him other than the fact he was invited by someone within the company. ‘What ifs’ filled her mind, tormenting her with the possible consequences of her rash actions. She should have taken the bonus money and skipped the trip like usual rather than endeavoring to do something different. Now, rather than experience relaxation and free drinks, she might find herself reported to the authorities and out of a job. She had little doubt anyone would listen to her portion of the story, the fact that he invaded her privacy and rummaged through her personal belongings.  <br/><br/><em>That is unbefitting behavior of a young woman. </em><br/><br/>It became impossible for her to think clearly when Theseus hit her with that insult. How dare he act innocent? Their altercation could have easily been avoided if he left HER room when she asked him to do so. <br/><br/>“Your opinion doesn’t--.” Robyn did not have the chance to complete her rebuttal of his unwanted observation since he grabbed her roughly and pinned her back against the drawer. Anger glinted within her dark brown eyes as she fought like a wildcat against him. Surprisingly though, she did not open her mouth to release a shrill scream. Her pride would not permit it. She did not want to be discovered by anyone in such a predicament. Foolishly, she thought she could handle and regain control of what was transpiring. <br/><br/><em>Now I want an apology. </em><br/><br/>Her eyebrow arched before she released a snort of laughter and then spat right into his face. She was going to be out of a job anyways, right? “How about you go fuck yourself?” It was then he clamped his hand around her throat, squeezing his fingers into her skin. She gasped and the struggle began anew as she used one hand to claw at his wrist while the other slapped hard at his face. Her feet were not motionless either, kicking out and stomping down to possibly land on one of his vulnerable toes. </span>