<strong>Emma</strong><br/><br/>She nearly pitched a fit when she saw the knife drawn in front of her. Shit was he going to kill her? This guy was terrifying to say the least. He should have been committed into a psych ward and locked up for good. She heard her top tear away agains the knife, she even gasped as the tip nicked her four times. Once the first nipple was exposed, it stood almost at attention for him, the effect of the air on her skin only.<br/><br/>Then the second one cut away. This time three nicks on her tender flesh. He pinched and rolled them and Emma hissed at him, "Get your hands off me! I am not a piece of meat!" Then he spoke of Ben? Who the he'll was Ben? She saw him turn with a metal tube with a mouse. What the? He stood there explaining that the mouse was afraid of fire, and would scurry away from it at all costs.<br/><br/>No be wouldn't - he couldn't? A live mouse? That was just sick! That was beyond all human thinking at this point. She had to change tactics, she had to beg, no way would she allow him to put that mouse anywhere on or in her! "Please don't please that's wrong, please get the mouse away from me. Fuck me I beg you, anything but a live animal, Please!" Emma pulled against the restraints, she prayed to god he would put that mouse away and just fuck her and get it over with.