Thread: Welcome to my Parlor [ Rania x Blackthorne ]

Ridley stood in place and backed a half step away, raising the cattle prod warily between them. He stood around 6'2 as the Americans reckon height, and had long well toned muscles with a lot of leverage, like a basketball player or a strong safety American Football, though he was more of a Rugby player, personally. His steel blue eyes watched her frame, fllickering up and down. What he saw caused his mouth to turn up in a cruel grin. Were he not cleanshaven, he might have stroked his goatee or twirled his mustache ironically 'She is most likely amazingly flexible. She will look very good in a nice strappado pose' he thought to himself. In fact, he could imagine displaying her as one might display a sculpture or a painting. As she turned to face the wall he was in no hurry. Again, don't forget, Delilah , my guards are outside no matter which way you go. You didn't walk into some suburban mcmansion, after all. He placed the prod against the back of her neck now Or maybe I should just shock you to make sure you don't give me any problems His voice was cold now, with a hard edge. He rethought his course of action. Normally he would jam a knee into her small of her back, this one though might trip him were he to stand on one leg , she would surely make him pay for such imbalance. He would need to be much more careful. In a way it was like trying to close in and checkmate a wily opponent. Make the wrong move and the tables could be turned. He slid the prod down to right between her shoulder blades, here no matter how flexible she was, she could not reach back to grab the prod. I want you to take your left hand, and put it behind your back, down around your waist, palms outstretched towards me. Then do the same with your right hand, arms straight out. Spread your legs wide and lean your head into the wall In that position there would be no way to bring her arms up far enough to go for the prod , and he could put her directly into a stappado pose. Plus, it would be exquisitely uncomfortable He waited for her to comply or to fight him. He figured the odds werre about even , she was at a very bad disadvatage from this position but it was about to go from terrible to impossible for her, and she likely knew it. He decided to offer a bit of a lifeline I promise you I won't kill you, Delilah. If there is something else I could offer, perhas you could enlighten me? I mean see it from my viewpoint, what would you do if you caught someone breaking into your place to steal from you? This was really so very disrespectful of you. The other promise I will give you is it will hurt very bad if you screw with me now, girl The way he said girl , so cold, dismissive, almost like an epithet. He sounded cool and even, but a keen observer of the signs could tell he had a bit of anger mixed with other, less wholesome emotions. But as I said, I am open to parlay if you have any reasonable suggestions that take into account the fact I could just put you down and take you that way. He knew the pressure of the prod between her shoulder blades along her spine would make her hesitate, but still, who knew what she would do. It was a marvelous situation, and he was hard thinking about what he planned to do to her.