the lightning strike

Ugh, this wasn't fucking happening. The man sank his teeth into the back of her neck and she could feel the ivories popping through flesh. It seemed that her bash to his face hadn't been hard enough. Pity. Rather than get him off of her, she'd just served to piss him off further. Just her luck. As the man pulled her head back, she tried hard not to release her hold on his leg, but it was to no avail. He was stronger by far. Her teeth ripped from his flesh and her only satisfaction was knowing that he would have some very noticeable scars from it. She would need those scars to help find him in the future. This act would not go unpunished. This, she vowed.

Perhaps his intent had been to distract her from the repositioning of his hips, but Eska had known what was coming from the moment that he landed on her back. Everything was lined up too well to be coincidence. So, when he slammed his bulk into her unwilling body, she had been expecting it. White hot pain stole her vision for a moment and the rain soaked woman's maw parted, but she refused to reward him with a single fucking sound. Throughout the ordeal, Eska kept quiet. She didn't whine or scream or beg for him to stop. She said absolutely nothing. The sooner he was done, the sooner they could be away from one another. The sooner he was done, the sooner she would be able to focus so that she could plot her revenge for this act.

-Fade-
"Eska"