Each word brought forth from those hard lips of his created a fractional widening of her eyes, a paling of her smooth skin, a dilation of her pupils, until black eyes stared up at him from a pale face more reminiscent of a ghostly specter than a beautiful young woman. He wanted her to say that? To say she was his property, and even worse, to say she had no parents, to effectively disown the people she loved the most in this world?<br/><br/>She couldn't. She wouldn't. Her face settled into composed lines as she fought back panic hotter than a full scale chemical fire. Her eyes resignedly settled against her cheek, and she gulped in a long stream of air before slowly letting it escape again. Let him think she was preparing herself; perhaps it would divert his attention away from other things.<br/><br/>Her eyes remained steadfastly shut, as though she could close off the horror of what was happening and pretend it was another day and another place. Only the gentle nod of her head, and the faint, thankful smile on her lips indicated she heard him. In case that wasn't enough, in case he should be offended by her lack of gratitude, she quickly followed with a murmured "Thank you."<br/><br/>Unbelievable. She had just thanked a man for promising to rape her "gently." And on the heel of that thought, her eyes sprung open at his next words. Choice? There was no choice. Her choice would have been to take one giant, savage bite of his cock before chewing it up and spitting the remnants into his face. She was filled with bitter rage, soul consuming fear, her eyes rounded again as the man began to undress, his huge cock bobbing in the air in spiteful reminder. She choked on a sob, a wail slipping past the knot in her throat to fill the air, head drooping as she began to rock back and forth against the chair, feminine face flooded by salty tear tracks.<br/><br/>