Faye struggled against the kiss trying to pull away but still somehow enjoying the kiss. after stumbling back she had a look of red hot anger in her eyes. she wanted to fight him, to slap him. Hell if she had her gun she waste all her ammo on his bloody corpse.<br/><br/>but she had nothing... no weapon... no clothing... no freedom...<br/><br/>a deep breath calmed her shaking and she slowly went to her knees, her eyes locked with Xanatovs, her hatred still boiling hot.