 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Clasping a threatening hand, to the arm that had so abusively grabbed her, she made to squeal, but her voice became stifled as he flung a sweaty hand over her mouth. Feeling ehrself being dragged backward, she entertained the thought of kicking him, kneeing him, standing on his foot, doing anything to break free, but, as she saw the door slam, she knew it was for the best that she hadn't. Watching him seal the shutters across the windows, so that they were now stood in mild black darkness, she felt herself being pushed against the wall and breahed heavily, at a racing speed. Opening her mouth, she bit him rapidly on the hand and snuck out from under his grasp as he moaned shortly and then went to grab her again.
In her foolishness, she had not bolted for the door and so she was within well enough reach from him to grab her by the waist and force her hips against his. Pushing a hand through her hair roughly, she spat at him as he touched her, only causing him to intensify his grip on her, as he bent her neck and ran his sordid lips and teeth over her skin. The bones penetrating the skin, she felt his teeth jab at her neck and break the skin occasionally. The sheer force of hsi hands on her, told her that some kind of strong force, driven by rage, jealousy and anger, were running through him. |