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Hesitation; she could read it over his features for less that what seemed like a millisecond. How? He was always so careful, always precise and studied; not one to reveal too much. Then she realized what was going on and backed away without the same hesitation she had seen in him.

"Cal, No." her eyes grew wide, her pupils ferociously dilated; Fear. She watched silently, her hands beginning to shake as he came closer, her shoulder blades raking suddenly against the wall of her office. She knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to stop him, and knew that he was reading and drinking in every ounce of her panic. Looking away she hoped desperately that someone would walk by, that Torres or Loker would suddenly need something from her.

Wincing she felt his arms block her on each side, his flat palms pressed into the wall to which she was pinned. Gently he leaned down, his nose nuzzling hard into her jaw line, his cool voice dancing up to her ears.

"Look at me Gillian." He cooed, nuzzling harder until she gasped at the pressure. She could feel his lips turn to a twisted smile against her neck as he let one hand, fingers still touching the hard wall, sweep down the side of her body and onto the tender flesh that sat just at the crook of her hip, allowing a finger to slip into the band of her skirt and under the underwear that lie beneath to stroke the smooth skin.

She slammed her eyes shut, lips pursed to keep herself from crying out against him. He must have noticed as abruptly the soft skin was pinched painfully between finger and thumb. She felt her own teeth sink into her lip as she bit back the sound that threatened to rise in her throat. This only served to anger him more and she felt his fingers on her jaw, pushing hard and forcing her to face him, her eyes still closed, his fingers still pinching the tender skin.

"I said Look at me." His voice growled, a harsh yell that stung her ears, but still her eyelids stayed down, determined. She could hear a growl start low in his throat, and felt his hand forcefully snake behind her and rip down the zipper that held the material around her fragile waist.

"Your going pay now, you know that?" he asked, completely rational, though his hands ripped frantically at the skirt and then her underwear. Quickly she had reached his at the tip of the small swatch of fabric, eyes still closed.

Her voice came out as barely a whisper. "If…If I look at you will you be quick?" she still dared not open her eyes.

"If you don't open them, I will open them for you." And with one swift motion the fabric was down to her knees, his hot hand pressed against her flat stomach as he readied himself.

"No please!" she cried out, "Cal Please!" dried flem stung in her throat as it crackled into her yell, this time she said his name out loud.

"Cal?!" his eyes she knew would be nearly beaming with anger. "Don't you dare think of him while I fuck you!" his voice boomed, echoing off of the walls and into the tiny space. With that she felt the sting of his hand meet her face, the slap sending bright lights into her shut eyelids. Quickly he forced her onto the ground then, the first thrust coming hard and without notice, her cries tearing into the room as she struggled, his weight on his hands, the appendages like anvils on her shoulders. She felt one hand glide to her breastbone and double the pressure there as his other went to her forehead, pulling her eyes open as he dove harshly into her again.

Abruptly she was in a musty, darkened room, her surroundings entirely concrete, save for a wooden door that sat a few feet away. Above her was not Lightman, but a gruff, unshaved man she had tried to block out, his voice suddenly different and her pain all too real.

"There we are Gillian." Her name was strained with pleasure as he continued thrusting, her cheeks damp with her tears. The renewed sight before her sent her body thrashing, everything in motion except for her chest, his hand still heavily planted between her breasts.

"Nope. If your gunna be fucked, its gunna be by me sweetheart, not him." His thrusts came harsher and faster as he raced to meet his climax. It was now her turn to scream into the room as her eyes caught sight of her bloody abdomen and the red tint that spread over his. Oh God.

Finally for a second time she let her eyes close before she felt him become overwhelmed with pleasure, his muscles restricting over her as he came. She heard her voice come out in a garbled, helpless tone, no words forming as he pulled out of her, and stood up, taking the instant of her vulnerability to kick her hard in the side, sending the air flying from her lungs.

"Next time you go into that pretty little head of yours and pretend it's not me your with, you'll get worse." He smiled down at her gasping form, the used condom in his hands. He waited until she looked up, her blue eyes meeting slate grey,

"Wouldn't want you getting pregnant would we?" He promptly dropped the condom onto her bare neck and left, the hard wooden door slamming behind him. She hadn't the strength to move, had barely enough to remove the nauseating latex from her neck as she lay there, broken and shaking.

She imprinted heat of his hands radiated from her and left the rest of her body cold, the once warm blood streaking across her stomach hips and groin catching cold in the air. She knew that to think of Lightman while that man raped her was a form of repression, having seen it in her study of psychology, and knew that it would ultimately make things harder for her in the end; If there was an end. Before the thought could pass fully and take up root in her mind she was in tears, her entire body freezing and sore, eyes finally let to rest as she let the black take over.

A/N: sorry it was so graphic! More chapters to come A.S.A.P! Hope you enjoyed!