<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;"><em>This fucking bastard.</em> How dare he rush into her private room, refuse to leave after requested, and then treat her like a piece of yesterday’s trash? His rough manhandling of her only further infuriated Robyn. Frustration quickly transformed into blind rage when he pinned her back against the wooden dresser. After her struggles to get loose proved futile, Robyn retaliated in the only manner she could which was to spit directly in his face. Doing so was incredibly nasty and rude but he deserved it! <br/><br/>A shocked yelp erupted from her mouth when his hand crashed hard against the side of her face. Tears rose unbidden to the corners of her eyes but Robyn blinked them back, pride keeping her unyielding in the face of real danger. <br/><br/>“Let go of me, you fucking…” Her scream faltered when he shook her violently back and forth. Sharp nails clawed at his arms as she sought to loosen his hold for a second time. It failed; Theseus proved strong despite his age. Ringing chorused through her ears as she accidentally bit her tongue when he smacked her for a second time, the pain of his knuckles likely brushed her dark brown skin. <br/><br/>She was powerless to stop him when he tossed her like a rag doll away from him only to yank her back by the strands of her hair. Sometime, during their increasingly violent battle, her silk scarf had loosened and fallen unnoticed onto the bedroom floor. <em>Are you done?</em> Her brown eyes were shadowed by fear and pain when he poised the question to her. She did not doubt he would punch her if further provoked. “I’m done,” she answered thickly, grimacing from the tight hold of his hands in her hair. </span>