Panic threatened to drown her as she jerked away from the hand patting her head through whatever covered her face. She had to focus on other things, like the sound of his voice. He was very obviously French, and his voice was deep, which would usually indicate a big man with loads of masculinity. That assumption didn't always pan out though, as she had seen big men with small voices and little men with big ones.<br/><br/>The distraction worked for a bit, until she felt him against her. The man was hard. How disgusting. And disturbing. He had her bound, with her vision obscured, while he called her names, and it turned him on. What kind of man was he? He must be a monster, a thought which did not help Alexis feel any relief.<br/><br/>Sudden light filled her vision as the man pulled the covering from her face, and she soon saw that it had been a bag. Her gaze traveled from that up to his face, and on the way, she briefly decided she had been right -- he was a big man. Surprisingly, he was also handsome, though in a hard way, with a face that seemed as though it had been carved from stone.<br/><br/>As he gazed into her deep brown eyes, she couldn't keep the fear from showing. He appeared to be very strong, with muscles bulging along his arms. How would she ever escape him? She cast a brief glance around the room and noted the various forbidding looking furnishings. Her eyes were brought back to his face as his hand moved towards her, and she defiantly jerked away, movement that did little good as he caressed her soft cheek anyway.<br/><br/>She watched warily as he dropped to his knees, preparing for some new form of torture. But he only ran his tongue and fingers over her flesh, which were inflamed with pain. Such touches were even harder to bear, as in spite of her fear, in spite of his monstrosity, they felt good. Her back slightly arched, nipples swelling to hardness against his touch. "P-please... don't... d-do that-t, Monsieur.."<br/><br/>There had to be some manner of escape, some way that she could get away from him. She had to try. Closing her eyes, she focused on home and her family. "Please let me go... m-my father will worry about me, and it will kill him. Don't you have anyone you love? How would you feel if they disappeared?"