Shaelee put all of the will power she possessed into not stepping back from the Orc as he advanced on her and it was not enough.  At the last moment she tried to jerk away, would have bolted past him.  She never got the chance to do more than flinch before she was gasping to regain the breath that had been forced from her slender frame as she was shoved against the wall.  Rough stone scraped delicate skin, leaving tiny scratches on her cheek, breast and her belly as she was manhandled into position.<br/><br/>Held as she was, her head turned to the side, she could watch him as he moved close, could see the evil delight he displayed as his hand moved between her legs.  His breath was hot against her skin, his words like a rough caress against her ear.<em>Don’t fight.  Don’t resist.</em>he breathed his warnings again and again and she was trying.  Her fingertips flexed against the ungiving surface, her nails scratching ineffectually at the rock as she battled to control her impulses.  Urges that would gain her nothing except greater pain<br/><br/>Maybe it was because this was what she had wanted, a mate and master to give her life and body to, or maybe it was for no other reason that she feared she would end as broken and torn as her sisters, but Shaelee did not thrash or jerk away.  Not even when he pressed against her, lethal teeth perilously close to her throat.  Surely it was only terror that sent a shiver over her skin as his scent surrounded her and that sharp caress teased across her skin.  It didn’t explain the way her body flushed with heat or her breath caught as the fingers that rested between her legs shifted subtly.<br/><br/>“Don’t…”  The word was soft, barely audible and had Shaelee been able to take it back she would have.  It only served to draw attention to her distress, adding to her fast growing humiliation as a slight tingling began everywhere he touched her.<em>Please don’t.  Don’t hurt me.  Don’t notice.  Don’t make me deal with this.</em>Soft green eyes stared at him in trepidation, pleading for mercy that she knew there was no hope of receiving.  Not from this creature that surely was not capable of it.<br/><br/>Her eyes begged, but the elf’s lips only trembled until, her eyes closing as a tear slipped down her cheek.  She had said she would not beg and she would not.  She was not as strong or skilled as a warrior, as devout as some priestesses, but in this she had faith.