<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Stinging pain radiated along her scalp, her head yanked forwards as soon as she tried to slam backwards. It was enough to pop closed eyes open, a sharp breath sucked in while that voice barked out it’s command. She wasn’t sure what shocked her more, the callous accented voice snapping her name or the rough yank on her hair. Either way, he had gotten her attention. The question that remained was whether that was a good or bad thing.<br/><br/>There was no relaxing of her muscles despite the grip relaxing around her, feet finally allowed to touch the ground once more. She did however remain still, only those dark eyes cutting towards the taller male holding onto her hair and it was not a friendly look she gave. Strong muscles along delicate jaw line clenched tight to grind her back molars and forced her words to come out strained. “Let. Go. Of. My. Hair.” No, she didn’t like him but she wasn’t stupid and she knew that he had the upper hand. For right now.  </span></div>