Girl in a box

You quickly raise your hand and place a finger across your lips, it doesn't take long to explain exactly what you want, even in crude signing and Gwen is soon nodding her understanding of your simple plan.

A moment later Gwen is tugging open the metal door and only seconds after that you are spinning around the corner, the gun you had taken from her was raised before you in both hands and your eyes searched the small store room.

From the behind a metal shelf there was a blur of motion and a moment later something heavy struck you in the side, carrying you to the ground. Pain flared in your left shoulder and side as you slam down onto the tile floor, the gun falling from your hand as you roll onto your back.

Atop of you is a tiny young woman with long black hair and skin of a pale golden hue. She was wearing a mini skirt and a t-shirt bearing the Greek symbols Delta Tau Phi; due to an ex girlfriend who had been a member of the same house you recognize them as those of a local college sorority. Of more concern than her clothing however is the wild expression on her face and even more so is the large carving knife that was clutched in one tiny hand.

Her hand plunges downwards even as you are raising your own; seizing her wrist in your hand, the knife stopping a few inches from your chest. She raises her other arm and strikes you in the face with surprising strength and you snarl angrily before wrenching her captive arm forward and to the side, pulling her down atop you at an awkward angle, her chest splayed across your stomach with her other arm now trapped between the two of you.

You slam her knife bearing hand hard against the tile floor and the second time draws a pained gasp from her lips, her fingers springing open and sending the knife falling to the floor. She responds by driving one knee into your ribs, drawing a grunt from you as pain erupts in the same side you had fallen on earlier.

Bucking upwards against her lighter weight you manage to flip yourself over, rolling atop her smaller frame, knees on either side of her waist; though somehow in the struggle she had managed to rake one hand down your cheek, her fingernails leaving four parallel and surprisingly painful scratches behind.

“Little bitch” you snarl down into her face, suddenly furious at her.

“Let me go” she snarls back, her tiny body is squirming beneath you as she pants for breath and you find your eyes drawn to her rapidly rising and falling breasts, they look to be small b-cups and from the way the t-shirt clung to them and outlined her nipples she was without a bra underneath.

Now that you have a moment to study her she proves quite pretty, delicately arched eyebrows over large almond shaped eyes of a deep chocolate brown, a button nose and a rosebud mouth along with hair that resembled black silk, thick and gleaming as it fell almost to her waist.

You feel a stirring of desire as you stare down at her squirming body, she must have seen something of it in your expression for she suddenly went pale and thrashed against you, frantically trying to get loose.