Sean grabbed my mouth and dragged me farther away from Augustine. I scratched at his thick hide, struggling and kicking to the best of my ability. When he was sure that she was far from earshot, he tussled me to the ground, binding my hands behind my back with the closest vines he could snatch. I broke away from his grasp, scrambling to prop myself up against a tree trunk.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I screeched. He stood over me menacingly.
"Listen you," He crouched so that we were at eye level, "You are absolutely not going to speak of this to anyone." I was pissed. I was appalled. I was terrified. He began to undo his smock.
"Don't you fucking touch me, you sick freak." I pressed my back harder against the tree, scraping up the trunk and to my feet. Reciprocation was immediate. Urgently, he swept up my ponytail in his hand. It felt like there was a pike shoved through my brain. I crippled, beginning to weep in both pain and shame.
"Give me a moment. I'm going to speak with Augustine, ok, dear?" Using the grappling hook that was attached to my skull, he fastened me to a high tree branch. My vision was blurry with tears and affliction. Five frigging minutes on the planet and I was already in more trouble than I had ever been in in my entire life. And it wasn't even from the wildlife! Jesus... I struggled with my bindings as he wandered in Augustine's direction. The only way out is to... My mind weaved the horrible solution together as he disappeared into the woods.
Using momentum, I lifted my legs from the ground. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. The distress was almost more than I could take. A ring of blackness began to creep over my line of sight that resembled long term suffocation. After what seemed like an eternity, I scooped my arms under my levitating legs before sending my feet back to the earth. I didn't pause to recover from the agony I had just endured, but instead began to gnaw on the vines that were constricting me. Fortunately, Na'vi have sharp canines. Unfortunately, Sean was coming through the clearing.
His eyes locked on mine just as I severed the last bit of vine. We both froze, waiting to see what the other one was going to do. Maybe he's not an outdoors person. If I just- Before I could think, he was sprinting at me. I bolted in the opposite direction, but his hands caught my ankles and I skidded to the ground on my stomach. He was on top of me in an instant, straddling me and gripping my hands with terrible force. Squirming was the most I could muster.
"Sean, what the hell is this? Get off!"
"I can't do that, dear. You see, all of this has a purpose, reason. I am a scientist after all." Pressing my hands to my back with one palm, he wove my ponytail in his fingers with the other and forced me to my feet. "Now, then..." He attached my hair to the same tree branch and bound my hands and feet, chuckling to himself sadistically. "You'd think that after so many films I would have figured out to bind both." As he rose from my ankles, he brushed his lips over my thigh. "Funny..." He gazed up at me with a twisted smile.
"Fuck you!" I was too scared of the potential torture to move a muscle. How could I, a strong female scientist in a male field, succumb to his filth?
He undid his smock, dropping it to the ground. I turned away. I had no interest in experiencing this willingly in any way.
"You see, Clara, I am a biologist specializing in Darwinism. I'm sure you're aware of what that implies." He pressed his chest up against mine and reached around my back for the ties on my scrubs. Now's my chance. I hissed and lashed out in an attempt to headbutt him. I missed. He merely stepped back and shook his head.
"Back off, asshole." I groaned. My skull was pulsating in agony. He cackled.
"Now, now, Clara. You of all people should understand the need for scientific experimentation. There is no documented history of Na'vi sexual behaviour." He approached me once more and slipped his hands around my waist once more. I felt my clothes leave my body. "So you can understand my curiosity in the mat-"
"No, I can't! Sean, I know you don't want to do this! This is psychotic!" I closed my eyes. "Sean, please, don't do this."
"Clara, if I do, I'll be the first one ever to do so..." His hand groped at my lower aft. "And so will you. You must see how tempting this is. There's no one more suited than yourself. I certainly couldn't pull this off with Grace." He kissed at the nape of my neck whilst I writhed in discomfort (although, my body felt much more sensitive to touch than my previous one).
I felt his hand slide between my legs.
"Sean, please, no..." The worst combination of sensations imaginable were coursing through my body. The unwanted pleasure, the discomfort of being naked, the extreme pain resonating from my skull. I was miserable. He, clearly, was not.
He carefully explored my every curve, pressing his fingers against my skin and dragging them here and there. God dammit, Clara, think. You're a scientist, for Christ's sake. I knew I could not tolerate another escape like the one I had just executed. The pain was far too much... If I were to try it again... I'll pass out... which means. I braced myself for the pain then raised my feet from the ground again. Sean stepped back.
"What the hell are you doing?" My teeth ground together, my nails clamped into my thighs, but there was nothing that could lessen the misery. The look on his face expressed pure confusion. As long as he doesn't figure it out... I'll... be...