Rock

Magnetizing with your mystifying charm, you drew people to you effortlessly. You weren't surprised when Alfred danced over and offered you a hat, declaring, "We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven! Are you game?" You hesitated. Seven Minutes in Heaven was a little unrefined for your tastes, not to mention, it made you feel insecure for multiple reasons. "C'mon! It'll be so much fun! I promise!"

Before you could decline, however, Alfred wielded his puppy eyes on you and you surrendered, deciding to make the best of it. Your hand disappeared into the hat and returned to you. A type of music was scrawled on the inside. Your gaze didn't reveal anything, so Alfred eagerly asked, "What'd you get?" Glancing up, you replied:

"Rock."

Alfred looked suddenly uncomfortable. Forcing enthusiasm, regardless, he gave you the thumbs up, exclaiming, "Well, okay man! Let's do it!" Frowning, you considered objecting, but the American scooted you into the closet and closed the door. Settling down by the wall, top teeth hugging your lower lip, you questioned if this was a good idea.

"She is in here, da?"

Discomfort stirred within you. The pleasant lilt accompanying the Russian accent sent shivers coursing down your spine. Heavy footsteps approached the closet door and you heard Alfred say, "You better not do anything to her, got it?"

There was a light laugh. "But of course! I would never do anything, you know that."

Ominously straightening then twisting open, the doorknob whined and your hands balled into fists. Sending fear prickling across the back of your neck, the door opened. Large and intimidating, Ivan filled the doorway. You swallowed hard, trying not to draw attention to yourself as the Russian noted your presence with a grunt and slowly closed the door.

The closet was thick with silence. Eyes darting in the dark, you struggled to sense where the man was without being startled. Uneasy from the start, dread befell you now. Not a single breath could be heard, nor a movement seen; all you sensed was impending trepidation. Aware that Ivan was light on his feet, you assessed the situation to the best of your ability, trying to figure a way out.

An alarming whisper swept across your neck. "So this is where you are hiding?"

Choking on anxiety, your heart leapt up your throat and soundly lodged there. Turning to say something, you found a pair of dark and dangerous lips silencing your own. Strong hands fisted the hair behind your head and your trembling waist, forcing affection upon you. Horrified, you stiffened and curled, just as the doorknob had, and bent to the Russian's will.

Voice sinister and soft, Ivan hummed, "What is the matter, my pet?" Lifting your arms to push at his chest, you obstinately tried wriggling from his grasp. "Ahh, you should not be so disobedient, little one!"

Mouth smashing against yours, Ivan shoved you onto the floor and straddled you. One hand weighed upon your hip, keeping you in place, while the other continued clenching your hair. Writhing beneath him, you pushed defiantly at his chest only to have him release your hip to snatch your wrist and thrust it onto the floor. Arching in pain, you tried kicking him next, but he pinned down your leg with his own before lowering his entire body onto yours. Still, the grotesque kiss remained intact.

Heaving from the weight exerted upon it, your chest pressed into his and your insides coiled—the sensation was sickening. Unable to breath, your movements became frantic and Ivan gradually lifted his lips from yours. "So flushed and beautiful," Ivan mused, somehow able to see you as he looped a fallen strand of your hair around his long finger, "won't you become one with me?"

Determined to keep your dignity, you vehemently declined, "Absolutely not!"

Blinking those amethyst jewels, Ivan responded with a husky whisper, "Oh? You shall be difficult, then?" Releasing your strand of hair and trailing his nimble finger around your face, beneath your jaw, he pressed his mouth against your ear, "No matter; I shall tame you."

Anger suddenly flared within you—this was improper, disrespectful and belittling—this was not happening! Inner strength assisting you, you yanked yourself out from under the Russian and managed to stand, backing against the closet wall. Recovering and retaliating, Ivan laughed lightly and stood as well, lunging for your form. Dodging his assault, you dropped to your knees onto the floor and scooted for the door. Just as your fingertips grazed the doorknob, however, Ivan's hands snatched your waist and wrenched you against him.

"Let me go!" Too dignified to scream like a child or swear like an adult, you harshened your intimidating tone.

Slick and sensual, his tongue glided up the side of your neck. Stiffening and hissing, you were enraged as he kept your arms prisoner behind your back with one of his hands, while his other hand traveled up your stomach to apprehend your chin. Head held in place, legs now entwined with his so that they too were captured, you found yourself unable to move. "But," Ivan moved his mouth against your neck, "this is just so much fun, da?"

"You will regret this," your voice lost its tremble—when you were angry, you were angry.

"No," Ivan disagreed, delighted. "I'm enjoying myself far too much."

Letting go of your chin, his hand dragged down your throat as his lips moved against your neck, sucking your skin against his teeth. Groaning aloud, you cursed your traitorous body. Fingers dancing down your chest, Ivan slipped them beneath your shirt and you twisted rebelliously, but to no avail. Leaving marks on your skin as he yanked your shirt aside, Ivan allowed his mouth to roam across your shoulder. Shuddering, struggling to stifle your moans, you swore that you would have revenge.

Demonically chuckling, exhales setting the raw bites aflame, Ivan crooned, "You are just too much fun, no? Somehow, you are no longer afraid of me, yet you hate this all the same. Do you hate me?" With a curt nod and nothing more, you gasped as his hand shoved deeper into your shirt, grasping the tip of one of your breasts. Curving into his possessive touch, your back thrust forward and your head fell back. Revolting! Fury raged within you. "How mean," Ivan pouted, licking your cheek and twisting your tightening peak, "why are you girls always so mean? Becoming one with me won't be so bad."

Clenching your fists and gnashing your teeth, you willed that he would end the torment. This disgusted you on so many levels. Make no mistake, you would return. "Get your hand out of my shirt, Ivan." Hissing, you despised how he touched you, even as he pulled his hand out of your shirt and left your breast aching. Unsatisfied, Ivan then plunged his hand straight down past your stomach, slipping it underneath your waistband—far too low for your comfort. "Ivan!"

Like a godsend, a knock pounded against the door.

"Hey, what's going on in there? Your time is up!"

Heroically kicking the door open, Alfred appeared and Ivan discharged you instantly. "Good timing," Ivan stated simply as Alfred glared menacingly at him, "I just finished with her anyway." Flung forward, you fell into Alfred who embraced and steadied you, pulling you back as the Russian exited. Tilting his head and smiling sweetly, Ivan bid you farewell with a baleful, "We shall meet again very soon."

"Count on it," you muttered, rubbing your arms.

Leer widening, the Russian flashed you a sinful smirk and returned to the party, immediately targeting the Baltic Trio. Averting your gaze, you pulled away from Alfred, who instantly caught your wrist, exclaiming, "Wait! What happened in there?" Turning to the American, managing a grin, you shook your head. Alfred eyed you sympathetically. "If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

The concern was appreciated on your part. "Naturally, but I'm all right." You started strolling away the moment Alfred released you. Rejoining the party and casting furtive, furious smiles at Ivan, you plotted your revenge for the rest of the evening.