I rolled my eyes when he made mention of my lack of struggling. I was a fighter but I wasn't stupid he'd won the conflict before it'd begunand the outcome wouldn't change even if I fought against it. The pressure of the metal against my neck hurt the tender flesh there but I kept my face impassive and unreadable.<br/><br/>His touch was unnerving. I'd dealt with being groped and fondled before but it had been clumsy and no where near interesting. His touch was interesting to say the least. I kept all reaction from my face I was not going to let him see anything beyond my normal look of defiance mixed with a heavy dose of arrogance.<br/><br/>His mouth touched my breast and I gritted my teeth. My traitorous body reacted to him and I drew my face tight denying the pleasant sensations streaking through my body. His ministrations lasted too long for my taste and I was relived when he drew his mouth away and spoke cutting away my bra in the proses.<br/><br/>He showed me the clips and my eyes narrowed. I had been reckless to think I was used to pain, this was going to be a whole new kind of hurt. Pushed the apprehension away I smirked giving off and air of boredom as if this was just a tired routine I'd become bored with long ago. "I always preferred it." I said flipidly.