<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> No takebacks!<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/>He snatched her wrist as she went to reach for her shirt. "I gave you a choice Sara. A choice. Singular. And you made it. What's the old expression? No backsies. " He tilted his head and glanced at her ass. "Well, there will be backsies eventually. Just not that kind you're thinking of now. "<br/><br/>He pulled her roughly back to her feet, her wrist and the arm attached now a leash to yank her around as he saw fit. He turned and pressed her back against the counter he'd been leaning against, his own body becoming the barrier that held her in place. Barred her retreat. Her nipples were like hard pebbles pressing into his lower chest. He was only about half a foot shy of Giga in height. Indeed, other than Giga there had only ever been one person in his life that he had to tilt his head up a bit to look evenly in the eye. A person he was planning to meet again in due time.<br/><br/>He grabbed her cheeks roughly, as he'd done before when she spoke out of turn. He forced her gaze up to meet his. His eyes seemed to search and probe. To peel away her flesh so he could see deeper into her. Seek some greater understanding. Was her pride so precious to her, that she would throw herself to the tender mercies of men who would not hesitate to inflict real depravities upon her? Or did she simply not know? Was it courage? He could respect it, if it were courage. But it's only courage if she truly knows what's waiting for her out there. If she's laboring under the fantasy that gang rape is the worst of what she has to fear beyond the walls of this bus, she's not courageous...simply foolish and ignorant.<br/><br/>"Maybe Devon sheltered you a bit too well. Maybe even after all this time you truly havn't the slightest idea what's really waiting for you out there. Do you comprehend at all just how much Devon shielded you from? How much I have shielded you from since he's been gone? Perhaps I<strong>should</strong>let you walk out there and find out. Leave you to their mercies until you to call my name with tears in your eyes and beg me to make you mine. Assuming you can keep your tongue out of Tucker's trophy jar long enough to do so. Which would fade first, i wonder? Your pride...or your sanity? For such a smart woman Sara, it's amazing just how little you really know." He said, yanking her shirt out of her hands and tossing it away. He was still pinching her face, making it hard to reply if she had any choice words for him.<br/><br/>He shifted his body against hers a few times, causing her nipples to drag firmly across his skin as he brought his face closer to hers "What? I'm not what you imagined me to be? I've seen the glances. And it did not escape my notice that you called<em>me</em>when you were in trouble. Perhaps you had some fantasy notion in your head...that I was some noble hero who just needed a gentle touch and a warm caress to bring out my inner cuddly? No, Sara. I am a fucking force of nature who is going to ride roughshod across this goddamned planet! A strong storm slowly building into an unstoppable hurricane that will sweep aside everything in my way and reshape the land in my image. And you...you're going to help me do it. You're too useful to throw in with the rest of the meat. So you're mine now Sara. Unless you find the strength to kill me and find your own way. Your brain will make what I forge sustainable. And your body... " he curled that finger under her chin again...then stepped traced it down along her throat...down aong her chest, until his finger was poking between her breasts. " ...I'm sure we'll find uses for that too. "<br/><br/>He roughly pushed her onto the couch, her shirt still well out of reach. On the floor. Close to the small door that led to a small bedroom and bed. Small bedroom indeed. All it had was a bed, and a small dresser and cabinet mounted to the wall over the bed. And a mirror on the other side. He'd added that himself. He blocked the only way off the bus. But she was now free to speak. And though he had not explicitly told her she could speak freely, he had just admitted she was of value to him beyond just being a body full of fuckable orifices.