I didn't give her time to react. the pokeball holding her unconscious partner bounced onto the floor with a metallic echo with each bounce as Rosa yelped out in surprise. Her elegantly long legs kicked out at me while I held her against the wall by the throat. Her young and smooth face quickly reddened while her dainty hands attempted to push mine away.
"St-stop it... " She barely managed to mutter... But it was too late. My lips curled into a sadistic smile... her expression changed into one of horror. She now realized just how meek and helpless she was without her so called partners. I eased my grip around her throat and pressed against her, Rosa's petite frame was easily dwarfed by my taller masculine presence. I traced a finger up along her leg wear firmly so she could feel my lust for her body just by the direction of passage my finger took. She shook her head slightly, her shiny brown hair shook with her insistent rejection. I made it clear that she didn't have the choice... all her teasing, her pompous. attitude and arrogant pride was about to be put out tonight. I gripped along her crotch tightly, my hand squeezing right outside of her shorts while I relinquished her neck to stroke along her hair. She was whimpering now. Her watery eyes were looking up at me... glaring with indignant shame. I couldn't help but smile down at her, I know it was just a show, her way of saying she wasn't defeated... But I couldn't care. less. I just wanted to savor this moment, sweet little Rosa in my grasp...
My fingers searched and slipped beneath the thin black fabric that wrapped against her legs before pulling down her leggings along with her shorts. Rosa's exposed body shivered in what I believed to be was fear, but I now know better. Her pubescent body was aching for touch, a man's touch. And the appropriately innocent snow white panties she wore beneath seemed to confirm my suspicions by showing a thin trace of damp grey where her private was covered.
I reached down to pull them down but Rosa's panties but she managed to raise a leg and kick me away. She tried to run away from me but I was too quick for her. I pulled her back by her pigtails and forced her back to me.
"Stop it! Let me go!" She cried.
"I can't, you lost. You're mine."
I tossed onto a nearby table and stripped her down. She tried to resist me the whole time but I held her down by her throat. She gagged and struggled to breathe but I wouldn't let her go. Both my hands squeezed and choked her delicate neck. It was so easy to snuff her little indignant life out. She tried to fight back by kicking and punching but it wasn't enough. Her watery eyes lost focus in time and when I pulled back her creamy white neck was red from my imprinted hands.
I laughed, I laughed for what felt like hours. Rosa was mine! I made love with her corpse on the spot. I saved her in my office and used her whenever I saw fit. Her once young and beautiful body gradually gave way to decomposition but I didn't care. Her once bouncy brown hair greyed and soon fell in clumps but I didn't care. Her eyes were eaten out by maggots and her skin was nothing more but rotting bone. But I didn't care. I didn't care.
Rosa was mine. For years and years I kept her for myself. I kept her dressed in her iconic outfit and stripped her forcibly every time I was reminded of that indignant stare. I was still angry when I thought about that but that didn't matter. She is my love. I love her. And as long as her body remained with me then I knew that she loved me too.