My toes throbbed from kicking him, it irritated me he seemed to have no outward reaction to my attack. The humming just made me want to scream in frustration, what would it take to piss this guy off?<br/><br/>He yanked my hair back and his tongue swept over my lips. I yanked my head away headless of the collar that gouged my neck and the pull of my hair still captured in his fist. I squirmed against his body hating the contact he insisted on.<br/><br/>I tried to follow his words but it was like he spoke some other language, something about fags making me look at him like he was crazy. He ripped my shirt and I glared, it was one of my favorite shirts.<br/><br/>I shivered when the blade ran against my skin. I  hated the feel of the cold metal and knowing I was helpless to do anything. It didn't matter that all he did was cut my bra I hated that he could have done anything he wanted and I was helpless.<br/><br/>His mouth touched my breasts and I squirmed as much as I could with the little allowances the leash and chain made. I kicked his shin again not caring that my toe hurt or that it probably wouldn't faze him.<br/><br/>He pulled my pants down and once they were around my thighs I shimmied my hips so they'd pull around my feet stepped out of them and kicked him again annoyed beyond measure. He sliced away my underwear and I kicked him again. "So I'm to look like bondage barbie again?" I asked with contempt glaring at him.