Rose sat down, an orange dress adorning her figures, her light purple eyes looking across the table at a certain Strider. Dave simply offered a small smirk. "Rose, hey. How's it goin'?" She hesitated a slight moment, offering him that of a sweet innocent smile. "It's going fairly well, I believe. How about for you?" He smirked softly, telling her all about his day at work, his job, how much he loved being in the show business. She simply held a smile as he continued on. He noticed her lack of engagement in their conversation, quirking a brow. "Yo, uh, Rose. Somethin' wrong?" Rose's attention drifted to him, her smile not even faltering once. "Of course not! Should something be?" Dave narrowed his eyes, his shades were set on the table. Somewhere during his explaining of his job, he set them down. "Rose, something bothering ya? Anythin'?" She smiled right on through. He paused running a hand through his hair. "I smelt it when I walked in, I didn't want to believe it." Her smile curved down a tad. "You're drunk." Rose felt tears slip into her eyes. "Don't be absurd." Dave growled. "I'm not being 'absurd!'" Rose flinched. "Dave listen I-" "No Rose, you fuckin' listen." She glared. "Let me talk-" before she managed to finish her sentence, his hand was gripping her wrist and hauling her up. She flinched slightly, his palm harsh against her. He was acting in a way she's never witnessed, slightly afraid of what might come from this. Without warning, he pushed her against the wall, the breath being knocked out of her momentarily. "Dave...y-you're hurting me.." Dave pressed his lips to her neck before she could speak. He was taking advantage of the situation to teach her a lesson. Her teeth nipped at the flesh of her neck, tasting her salty flesh between his lips. His fingers wrapped around her smaller wrists, giving them a harsh squeeze. She moaned softly against Dave as he continued his harsh attack upon her now reddening neck. "J-John..." She whispered. Dave growled against her neck, pulling away. "Do I fucking look like John?" He spat, forcefully smashing his lips to her alcohol covered ones. Dave's tongue slowly trailed her bottom lip, taking in the bitter taste. He was requesting access to her mouth, which she was more than happy to deny. He had her pinned against a wall for crying out loud. Dave growled, pulling his mouth away, one hand leaving her wrist to capture her throat, her now free hand on his wrist as he did so. A strained look passing her face as he pressed his body to her own. She moaned slightly as his hips jutted against her, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parted. He smirked a dark smirk. He slowly pulled himself away, admiring his work. "Lalonde, you're mine. No one else will ever take you but me, understood?" She didn't reply much, but she gave a nod as he pulled his hand from her neck, the one on her wrist tugging her away from the wall. "Good." She flinched at the harshness of his fingers, how his nails dug into her wrist leaving slight imprints as he pulled her toward his room. Once they got there, she pushed her in, shutting the door behind him. A hungry look crossed his eyes, a slightly afraid one crossed her own. 'Dave, wait. Isn't this...' He heard himself speak, he was thinking now. God this was wrong, but he's always wanted to make her love him. Force her to feel how hard he can be with her. He recalled back when he first asked her out...
"Hey Rose, is it like, alright if I lay some shitty sap on you real quick?" Rose smiled, setting her book on the table as she grinned. "I suggest you take a moment to truly think before you lay some sap on me Strider. I'll undeniably have something bitter to say in reply." Dave rolled his eyes behind his shades, sitting across from her. "Lalonde, listen. I know were siblings and all that shitty jazz. But like, I think I'm head over heels for you, the way you smile sends a chill up my ba-" He was cut off by her voice taking place of his own. "Dave, listen. If you're admitting to some flurry of feelings you may be feeling toward me, I suggest that you stop right there. I don't like sap, I don't like gentle. I like hard, I don't think you can ever muster that." Upon recalling the memory, he snapped back into reality, Rose stood before him, her fingers gripping hold of her light orange dress, a smirk crossed his lips. Fuck it. He shoved her on the bed, pointing a finger at where she lay now. "Stay." She obliged, slightly afraid as he tugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground as he opened a drawer, pulling out black ropes. Fear passed her eyes once again as he took her right wrist, tying the rope around it and then to the bed post, doing the same with her other wrist and both ankles. She lay there, stuck in her confinements. He slowly moved his fingers up and down her sides, now hovering over her. Chills danced across her skin as she bit her bottom lip. He held onto two items, a ball-gag and a vibrator. She felt her eyes widen as the gag was shoved in her mouth, her panties being drawn to her knees...
(( To be continued! ))