It gave her some small bit of satisfaction, to feel the uncertainty flowing from him. Yet, was it really her satisfaction she was experiancing? Was it just her uncertainty and his satisfaction? The embroiling of feelings mingled and swirled within her was so alien she could hardly tell where she stopped and he began.<br/><br/>Soon her struggles weakened, giving into the knowledge that he was physically far superior to herself, especially given that her arms refused to put much force behind her punches. Instead she stood there, ignoring the groping and sometimes quite vocal moans of those succumbing to his presence.<br/><br/>Shuddering she endured his touch, using the reserves of energy to not arch her back as he caressed her breasts, touched her in a way no male had before. Touched her in a way that should have been done by her true mate. The warmth that spread, urged on by both the bond and by his unnatural urges drove a short whimper from her throat, but she did find a use of the bond. She could feel his own power, feel his own confidence and just as his lust fed hers, so does his strength. So, though he surely can feel the soft curls of answering desire in her body, she managed to say in an almost icy tone, though her body still trembled violantly. "Then rape me and get it over with. Feel the tearing of my body. Feel the revulsion I have for you. Feel being violated...and enjoy."