The question of how lingers at the forefront of her thoughts.
Weakness where as heavily guarded secret as some of her colleague's civilian identities, so how? How had someone like M. Bison managed to get a hold of hers?
Blood running hot, she fights against that which binds her arms. Twisting and pulling, anything in a attempt to get herself free and deal with this twisted man once and for all. She thrashes about in his lap, even more so when he pulls her top down so effortlessly. Under her breath she curses, glares at him with pure contempt. There was no way this could be happening. There was no way she had lost.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go, right now." Her tone is warning, threatening even. Some small part of her hoping he'd give in to her bluff.
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Date: 2021-07-13 07:36 am (UTC)Weakness where as heavily guarded secret as some of her colleague's civilian identities, so how? How had someone like M. Bison managed to get a hold of hers?
Blood running hot, she fights against that which binds her arms. Twisting and pulling, anything in a attempt to get herself free and deal with this twisted man once and for all. She thrashes about in his lap, even more so when he pulls her top down so effortlessly. Under her breath she curses, glares at him with pure contempt. There was no way this could be happening. There was no way she had lost.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go, right now." Her tone is warning, threatening even. Some small part of her hoping he'd give in to her bluff.