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Snatched away. [ Rekoj x TheDuchess ]

She wouldn't succeed in knocking the smile off of his face, he was too fast- too used to combat- this was merely playing for him. There was not even a hint of fear in his eyes, he knew he would come out of this battle the winner. He stepped forwards, faking an attack, before going in very fast and diving in a full-out tackle, driving his shoulder into her stomach. Before they even hit the floor, he was trying to crawl up on top of her. His hands were grabby, pulling a the top of her strapless shirt and tugging it downwards.
 
She glared and continued to push at him and crawl away from him pushing him back with her hand and moving back enough to bring her leg out and nailed him right in the face as hard as she possibly could, she turned around and got up heading for the door and tried to open it, she jerked and pulled at it but found it unlocked, she looked around and jumped up to the warehouse window and pulled herself up slowly using her feet to climb up as best she could, she looked at the old windows and started to bang on them harshly not caring about herself in the process.
 
Enough was enough, he'd toyed with her, tried to reason with her but there was nothing left to do except knock her down to where she needed to be. The fighting had been fun at first, and he still enjoyed it but he had underestimated her abilities and fight. He was done with games, he climbed up behind her and stuck his fingers into her glorious red hair, curling a fist and pulling her away from the window. He let her back fall against the steel walkway, and he quickly dropped on top of her- his surprisingly strong, grabby hands pulling down her strapless shirt and bra quickly, getting straight to the point.
 
She gasped and hit the floor, she cried out in pain before feeling a heavy weight on-top of her, she looked up and saw her shirt and bra down exposing her b cups to him, she raised her arm up and slapped him over and over again with both hands before using her legs to push him off her as she crawled away then got up losing her shoes in the process and ran to the other side of the warehouse, she started to cry softly figuring she would never get out.
 
He barely even flinched at her slaps, it was as if he didn't feel them at all. Her every attack was useless, and he grinned as she took off down the hallway. The entire warehouse had been modified by himself, making sure every window, every door, every possible exit was taken care of- the upstairs contained two bedrooms. One of them was his, the other was for his victims and the lock of that room had been modified to be locked from both sides as well. All exits were locked, she had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide and it wasn't long before he had tracked her down, calling her name as his heavy footsteps approached her, "Susan... Sweet Suuuuuusan.... you're making this so hard on yourself, why don't you just accept what's going to happen. I promise you'll love it once you give it a chance."
 
She breathed softly and found the stairs going to the rooms, she looked about and panted softly for a little to long because she heard the steps, she looked back before dashing away closing herself up in a bathroom and locking the door, she panted softly and moved backwards in the small room and placed her back against the wall, she slipped down in and sat on the floor pulling her legs up to her chest after fixing her shirt and bra she tried to stay quiet but knew he would find her......... eventually, if this was a sick joke the friend who set it all up would never hear from her again, she hoped it would be a joke maybe a lesson to be learned, she didn't know what she had done or what would become of her.
 
It wasn't long before the bathroom doorknob was rattling and twisting as he used his set of keys to swing open the bathroom door. His exceptional hearing and knowledge of the large warehouse, (which was much like his own personal fortress), had lead her him to her and as soon as he saw her the grin went wide on his face. He stood tall in the doorway, she had backed herself up against a wall, the only way out of the bathroom was past him, and he stood ready for anything she would try in the doorway. Slowly he approached, very cautious and ready for her to try and make a break for it again.
 
She breathed heavily from all her running she sat there watching him with her bloodshot green eyes looking almost pitiful, she waited and waited for him to come closer knowing he was going to get her when she tired out anyway, she started to cry again with the knowledge of that happening laying her forehead down on her knees and pulled her legs in closer to her, she wasn't giving up, just bidding her time.
 
He approached very slowly, with absolutely no sudden movements, he had learned to give a little respect to Susan's scrappiness and he was getting tired of this argument. He approached her, and ignoring her tears he leaned down to clutch her wrist with his hand. He pulled up on her wrist, yanking her up to her feet as he leaned in and growled into her ear, "I'm starting to get a little tired of this chase game Susan, I'm giving you one last chance to be a good, co-operative girl..."
 
She grunted slightly when he pulled her up and leaned in close to her ear, she turned her head away from him and closed her eyes, before nodding slightly she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of her speaking right now.
 
His hands quickly went to the front of the strapless top, his fingers curling over the top of the shirt before he quickly yanked it down. He was tired of chasing her all over his warehouse, and his grip upon her left shoulder was more than firm- it was harsh, his fingers practically digging into the skin. His large hand kept ahold of her form while he leaned his face down, his free hand tipping her chin up so she would look into his eyes which he put uncomfortably close to hers. Looking into her eyes he grinned as his greedy hands felt her exposed chest, "You really should feel lucky Susan..."
 
She looked up at him with a nasty look letting it reflect in those light green pools how much she hated him and his bastardly ways, she stood there letting him feel her up all he wanted and inside it was killing her that she was exposed like this to anyone, she ripped her head away from him and spit in his face again snarling her nose up at him . " i have nothing to feel lucky about.."
 
He was sick of the disrespect, and when she spat in his face the hand that had been feeling her breasts wound up and smacked the beautiful redhead across the face. He stood tall over her and his greedy hands quickly went for her jeans, pulling and tugging her form as he careless yanked on the material, doing whatever it took to remove it from her body. He was beginning to lose control of his thoughts and flowing with the emotion, the lust, the anger, the need. He slammed a rough kick to her ribs, and shouted at her, "Don't you ever spit in my face again- I could've chosen anyone, any old girl off the street. But I chose you, because of your beauty, you should be fucking honoured!"
 
She cried out and fell to the floor after he smacked her, then felt the tugging of her pants she fought to keep them up but then coughed and whimpered when he delivered a blow to her ribs, she groaned softly and rolled on her back holding her self and gasping for air as she looked up at him, " there is nothing to feel honored about " she rolled on her side back, facing him, her voice was wavery and raspy from the kick to the ribs " you are nothing but a monster, and i hate you" she tried to sit up on her arm but fell back down on the slippery dirty floor.
 
As she fell back down to the floor, he just continued to tug at the article of clothing, not bothering to undo the buckle but instead choosing to rip, yank, and tug the pants down and off. Soon enough the clothing was around her ankles, and he leaned down over her, standing over her chest and bending down to look into her eyes. "You say that now Susan, but I promise, when I'm done with you you're gonna be screaming my name. I don't care if it's begging for mercy of for more, I promise you're going to be screaming soon enough..." his palm went to her cheek, and the smile returned back to his lips, his emotions changing again as if somebody was controlling him with a switch.
 
She flinched when he placed his palm on her cheek and closed her eyes pulling her legs up to her chest as to hide her body from him " i won't give you the pleasure of it" she said in a hateful voice and tried to move away from him using her one hand and using the toilet to push herself up.
 
Once she managed to push herself up, he pushed both hands forwards and simply gave her a rough shove to knock her back down. She had a lot of fight, and he grinned as he advanced on her once more. Taking a handful of her beautiful red locks, he clenched a fist in the hair before beginning to pull her up. As he began to lift her to her feet, he stepped closer again and pressed his chest against her bare one. He was pinning her to the wall soon, and his hands went to idly play with the hem of her panties, the last article of clothing she was wearing.
 
She whimpered and looked away from him her eyes closed and a pained look on her face, she tried to push him back away from her but he just pushed back against her knocking the breath from her lungs, she breathed softly and kept her head turned from him not giving him the pleasure of seeing her defeated eyes.
 
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