<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman and Chanel</span><br/><br/>Aggressive and angry, Roman was all pent up tension and didn't have any way of releasing it. He tried every thing he could think of- chain smoking, push ups, reading, nothing. Nothing worked. He sat on his bed clenching and unclenching his fist before he heard a knock on the door. He opened it seeing, of all people, Chanel standing there with a small first aid kit. Before he could tell her to piss off she brushed past him.<br/><br/>"Comment te sens? (How are you feeling?)" Chanel asked as Roman closed the door behind her.<br/><br/>"C'est quoi ce bordel que tu veux, Chanel? (What the fuck do you want, Chanel?)" he spat at her, knowing a serpent when he saw one, "Your master sent you to sick me or what?" he asked her.<br/><br/>Chanel gave a glower, "I'm not so easily tamed," she answered him, waving her hand, "Now take your clothes off so I can tend to your wounds."<br/><br/>"I don't need you playing mommy for me," he said, pulling off his shirt any way before snatching the small kit from out of her hands. He moved before a mirror hung on the closet wall, turning his back to it before looking over his shoulder to see the damage dealt. He reached around himself to run his fingers over the minute injury before opening the first aid. His shoulder was bruised from Jarod's fingers digging into it. His body was littered with scars, some of them hardly even noticeable they were so faded, some of them but a month fresh if even that.<br/><br/>"This isn't your first rumble with cutlery I take it," she noted his battle wounds.<br/><br/>Roman ignored her, tending to his wound before Chanel came over to him. "It'd be a lot easier if you just let me take control," she told him softly, her chest pressing against his back, hands on his hips.<br/><br/>"That's not how I play," he said to her, pushing her hands away, "And you can tell your master that if he has a problem to come deal with it himself like a man." Chanel didn't move for a moment, instead looking into Roman's eyes, wishing she were taller so she didn't have to look up. She suddenly grabbed hold of his crotch, "Ooooh, so all that seething masculinity isn't misleading after all, you're very much a man, a big one at that," she purred. Her grip tightened, enough to throw Roman's stomach. "On your knees, street trash," she ordered.<br/><br/>"Fuck you," Roman growled through grit teeth to which her grip became a lot more firm.<br/><br/>"I'm going to have fun breaking you, scoundrel, now on your knees," she ordered again. Roman threw his elbow into her stomach before grabbing Chanel by her hair and throwing her down on his bed.<br/><br/>"Look here, chatte (cunt), don't fuck with me," he warned her before pulling her back up and throwing the bitch out of his room.