She stays to make sure the brute dies

Jessica watched as the brute floundered, unable to stop the flames, panic clearly had taken hold. He didn't even seem to know she was there.

It backpedaled toward the balcony, resting against the railing as the fire began to die down. Jessica's wicked revenge seemed incomplete now.
"The brute must die" Jessica thought.
Rushing the gasping brute, Jessica sought to push it the final step over the balcony.

Jessica made impact, but her weight and strength was ineffectual against the brute's bulk. Noticing her again, the brute grabbed her again.
Struggling, the brute spoke, "Lady... Bad."
"Oh no" was all Jessica could manage, before the brute's second hand grasped her skull, forcing a finger down her throat as he switched positions with her. Pushing her against the stonework railing that Jessica found depressingly sturdy.
Jessica flinched as the wet cock snaked up her skirt.