I smile right back at you, the barrel of my gun suddenly pointing into the air. Something about the defiance in your eyes, and the way you tilt you chin at me, is just an incredible turn-on. I feel my hardness swell as you resist-- foolishly, but it's going to enhance the chase.
WHAP! My free hand lashes out like lightning smacking you across the face... then WHAP! again as I catch you on the backhand. Before you have time to recover my hand wraps around your hair with an iron grip, twisting you about and pulling your face back hard so it's inches away from mine.
I kiss the side of your neck, my calm voice belying my actions. "You're damnably pretty, and I really like you," I say. "Wanna calm down a bit?"
I begin shoving you down the stairs to the basement..
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You can struggle, or not. If you do fight me, I won't mind..
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