Masato ground his teeth together so hard they almost squeaked.  He couldn't help baring his fangs just a little.  Hikari certainly wasn't making things easy on him -- he could practically feel her nipples against him and the soft warmth of the valley between her gorgeous breasts drove his primal urge like nothing else.  He was losing his mind and there was little he could do about it.  He tried very hard to think about driving his boot into Goroi's skull, but his mind kept drifting instead to fantasies of driving himself into Hikari's still very hot and wet body.  His own personal insecurities regarding rape victims danced with tantalizing justifications for raping her himself.<br/><br/><em>It would serve her right, after all!</em>he thought darkly.<em>The way she's practically tit-fucking my arm, she obviously wants me to...</em><br/><br/><em>NO!</em>he thought along an opposing logic, almost as if there were two separate voices in his head.<em>She was just attacked by a monster posing as her teacher!  I am not going to take advantage of her trust!  I'm no monster!</em><br/><br/>As his thoughts warred with each other, he tried to answer her question.  "A fight?  Well... only if I'm lucky," his mouth bled a tiny bit as his bit into his lips.  "I'd like to take this Goroi fucker apart... I'd like to tear his limbs off and feed them to him... I'd... "<br/><br/>He had trouble continuing his line of thought.  He scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for anything that might be a clue to their quarry's whereabouts, not to mention the other missing girls.  He prayed that they found something very soon.<br/><br/>Poor Hikari was unknowingly clinging to a predator and he didn't know how long he could hold out.