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The Circle: Abduction.

... tightly around my throat and my cries were squeezed off before they could be granted voice. My knees trembled and failed and I would have collapsed completely but for his hot and iron grip on my neck. Realizing I was in mortal danger, my heart raced horribly as my body was forced against the cold grey of the uncolored walls. "You may scream and fight, my little dove." he said in buttery soft tones. "You are untamed, so it is to be expected that you will resist. In time, you will learn the futility of your efforts." Even then his tone was friendly and understanding, as if he were granting me the right to my fear. My face was burning hot and spittle dripped from my lips as my need to breathe became desperate. I felt my blood rushing in my ears and I my vision began to fade. Marco stared into my eyes, watching with an icy detachment that was completely at odds with the man whom had greeted me on the street. When my chest began to heave, he stepped back and pushed me head first onto the bed. My body hacked and wheezed as I struggled to wretch and draw breath at the same time. My thoughts spun wildly as I desperately tried to sort through my confusion. I rose for a moment, trying to gain my feet. I wanted to run or fight or call for help, but as I turned, his hand swung around and struck my cheek hard enough to send me reeling backward again. Bright lights exploded in my head and pain rocketed through my body as my strength washed away. I was reduced to crying hysterically and ...

... I rolled into a ball, shivering in fear at what this man might do next. "N-noo-! I screamed as he reached out for me and I kicked and swatted at his hand, trying to drive him away. "Girl, You are a fighter. You have spirit and that is good, but spirit like that will only be seen as a challenge to the Masters. You will need to learn when to fight, and when to submit." His hand locked tightly on the back of my neck, and he pushed my face down into the sheets. I struggled with what little strength I had left, wondering what he had meant. When I felt his hand sliding up my thigh and under my dress, I knew I was going to be raped. "Oh God, please no. Don't do this to me," I screamed, begging for mercy that was never going to be granted. I writhed under him, trying desperately to avoid his touch. His fingers slid up my thigh until I felt him touching me in my most intimate of places. I cried in protest and begged again for mercy, but my pleas fell on an uncaring soul. My writhing and struggles only assisted him in his deed as my dress began riding up my thighs. I felt a harsh tug at my hip and then he was dragging my panties down my thighs, leaving me bare and unprotected from his coming assault. By then, my hope was lost and I was reduced to tearful whimpering. My body felt so very weak yet my muscles ached to find purchase and fight back. He grabbed my hair and squeezed a handful so tightly in his fist I thought he might pull it out, and he shook my head hard enough to make me ...