Tristan shuddered as he felt the knife moving against his chest and resisted the urge to shout in pain when she bit down on his neck, he could feel her teeth pulling his skin and he realized that he would probably have a love bite when this was over, despite all this he was still painfully aware of the knife pressed against the other side of his neck.<br/><br/>he groaned a little as he felt her hand move over his manhood and despite himself he felt it harden under his jeans, a small part of him whispered in the back of his mind, telling him to go with it, if this went where he though it would he could be in for some fun, the larger part of his brain however wanted him to struggle against her, to fight her but even then his thoughts split into two versions, what then? run or turn the situation around and dominate her, see how she likes it, after all he was her prisoner along with several other people. he felt a cold determination set in then, she was a women yes so he wasn't going to hurt her but he swore he would escape.<br/><br/>(sorry this post is a little small and lame, its been a long week and its only going to continue over the next week, hopefully i can make a better post next time)