Capitulate

Despite your anger and aversion to the situation, you cannot help slightly enjoying the bath and change of clothes you’re provided. Though the garments are far from your preferred choice, something you might have worn before the downturn of society, they now seemed flash and gaudy. The dark skirt cutting off just before your knees is hardly practical and not even in your size. Its stretchy material clinches to your sides and cuts into your skin. The top is hardly better, the faded pink spaghetti strap seems equally unsensible and ill-fitting. The majority of the shoes they had didn't fit, much to your relief given how tall and clunky they had looked. You were finally able to squeeze into a pair of short kitten heels before being all but shoved into a new room. Suddenly everything feels all too real as your gaze lands on an empty bed before you. Turning quickly, you see the door shut and the lock turn into place, trapping you. Exhaling softly, you're unsure how to feel.

Uncomfortable after being stuffed into the clothes that no longer have a place in this life. Angry because of your capture and humiliation. Fear for the inevitable to come. The last emotion seems to be the strongest at the moment, even more pressing than the stabbing pain in your heels. Glancing around, you can tell this is a safety deposit room that has now been converted into a bedroom. The walls are still lined with the majority of the silver locked boxes, though several of them are missing. After standing in place for a few minutes with no change, you finally venture forward. The pain in your feet returning, you quickly kick the offending shoes aside. Running a hand along the wall, you feel the individual boxes, looking for any that might be unlocked. More so out of curiosity than actual desire for wealth, though you wouldn't be opposed to finding a weapon.

The first few rows prove unsuccessful, however, on your fourth sweep your fingers catch a handle that pulls forward. Stopping, you take a quick glance around the empty room before opening the drawer further. You have to stand on your toes to see inside the narrow contents of the compartment. Inside is a passport, some foreign currency, and a small, black, velvet box. Standing higher on your toes, your fingers just barely graze the small box before pulling it forward. A moment later you have it in your hands, feeling the soft luxurious material you're momentarily transported to a better time.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You startle visibly as a voice speaks just as you've pried open the box.

Your eyes quickly glance down to see an ornate ring before hastily turning to the speaker. You hadn't even heard the vault door open or close behind the leader. Your nerves quickly return as your eyes slowly travel down his large, broad frame. His own eyes lazily rake over your slight figure, taking in every curve and piece of exposed skin.

"Is that how they thought I'd like you dressed?" He muses to himself under his breath, indicating it is far from it.

You're unsure why this causes you to blush furiously, feeling as though you're disappointed to learn this. For what reason you can hardly begin to think. There should be no reason for you to feel any shame other than that of regret for the inevitable. Despite his seeming disapproval of the clothing choice, his husky gaze implies he is far more agreeable to the rest.

"Do you like it?" He asks, gesturing to the ring in your hand. "If you please me, that and more can be yours."

"It's far too ostentatious for me." You retort brusquely, snapping the box shut and returning it to the drawer.

The man's brow raises in slight surprise as his gaze looks over you a little more carefully this time, as if his first appraisal had failed him. Tilting your chin up slightly, you resolve to do quite the opposite of his request. Any pleasure he may derive from your time together will have to solely be from his doing.

"I'm certain I can find something to your liking." He dejects, taking a few steps forward.

The room suddenly feels very small as his large figure stops just a few inches short of your slight frame. Trying to retain control of your confidence, you **** yourself to stare into his sharp, hazel eyes. His gaze slowly lowers south as one of his hands reaches forward. A sharp jolt rushes through your body when his rough skin brushes against your soft flesh. Your heart beat increases as you know the time has come. His firm grasp wraps around your wrist as you're somewhat roughly pulled towards the bed. Wincing slightly, you feel a sharp wave of pain rush through your bruised side as you're pushed down against the mattress. Warm, pale eyes stare down at you, seeming to devour your very essence. Before you can react his mouth is upon yours, pressing against it in greedy hunger. When you gasp reflexively, a large, warm tongue quickly invades your small orifice. Hot tears spring into your eyes as you struggle in vain against the ****.

"What's wrong?" Kessler asks after pulling away, his strong arms keeping your flailing arms at bay. "Are you upset?"

"Of course I am!" You exclaim in anger and frustration, watching as his expression contorts to one of confusion.

"You don't want me?" He seems quite surprised at the revelation, pulling back further to get a better view of your red face.

"No, why would you even assume I would?" You growl, continuing on despite your better judgment. "Why do you even care?"