As fast as you could possibly manage you lunged for the paperweight, sending papers and heavy logs crashing to the floor and bringing it down towards his head with all your strength, only for him to dodge at the last minute and grip your wrists bruisingly tight, flinging you over the desk and pinning you on your back, your arms trapped above your head as he slammed your hands against the wood to get you to drop it, it thwacked to the floor with a heavy thud as a knee dug into your stomach and you struggled with all your might, bringing up your legs to push against his chest and arching your back to try and wriggle free.

"Get off me, you psychotic bastard! I fuckin hate you, you murdering, twisted fucker, LET ME GO!"

"I'm psychotic?! You fuckin' crazy fucker! This. Again?! Your fuckin trying it again?! Do you know just how fuckin close you are to being impaled on my fence? You can't kill me, why won't you just do as your fuckin' told?!" He boomed, heavily punctuating his insults by slamming your wrists against the table.

You looked up into his eyes to see a pure storm raging, they turned a shade darker and his teeth were showing through his sneer, he removed one hand from your wrists but before you could aim it at his face, a hand squeezed around your vulnerable neck as a warning, sending panicked signals exploding through your stomach and fear bolting up your spine.

Every time you struggled his hand tightened until it was difficult to breathe and a tingle prickled at your lips and eyes. You gripped at his shoulder's and tried your best to pry his hand off, but his fingers were like steel and no matter how hard you dug your nail's in, he didn't budge.

"You fuckin done?! You gonna calm the fuck down, or am I gonna have to choke the life out of you!? You're right at the end of your fuckin rope now, Honey. I suggest you fuckin stop squirming, I can do this all fuckin' day, didn't you listen to a fuckin' word I said? Has that fuckin week in the cell's not sunk into that thick skull of yours?" He growled an inch away from your face as his breath drafted into your mouth when you tried to gasp for air. He pinned all his weight down on you so your legs bent against his chest and your lungs struggled to fill. You were losing, and losing hard.

There was no way you could overpower him, he was just far too strong and he always seemed ten steps ahead. You consoled your pride by telling yourself accepting defeat wouldn't be totally losing, you just needed a more careful strategy for next time.

You relaxed completely in surrender, letting your back rest flat on the table and your legs slide down over his hips to rest on each side of him.

"I'm finished, take your hand from my throat!" You coughed, arching and tilting your neck to try and escape his grasp.

"Good fuckin girl, now we're finally fuckin gettin' somewhere." He patronized with a chuckle, his grip leaving your neck as he rested his weight on his elbows on each side of your head. But he still ensured he was pinning you down onto the table with his weight over you. Your panic was replaced with something much more sinister as his hips pressed in-between your thighs and the thrum of his heart beat against your chest. You couldn't look at him, you were sure the defeat would show in your eyes, so you pressed your cheek against the smooth, cool wood of the desk and looked out of the window while trying to steady your breath.

"Fuckin' look at me, Honey" He ordered, becoming quickly displeased when you didn't obey immediately and gripping your chin with his hand to tilt your head.

"You can't fuckin win, Hon. I'm fuckin everywhere and I'm everyone, what's it gonna take to get you to learn? I don't want to kill you, I really fuckin don't...but there-a-fuckin-gain, there's worse things that can happen to you than death." He strummed his fingers inches away from your ears and gave you a sly wink.

"I told you if you kept this up, you'd be the one who wished they were dead." He added with a scarily casual shrug of his shoulders.

Your eyes widened at the horrific thought and his sneer turned into a grin, you had heard whispers of the nightmare fuel that happened here, and as tough as you was the thought of it made you shift underneath him, your legs involuntarily tightened around his waist and a soft grumble escaped his mouth as he pushed his hips further into you.

His hand left your chin to repin your wrist, causing you to gasp and struggle again. He brought his mouth down an inch from your ear, the feeling of his breath against your neck making you shiver. "You fuckin give up? Trust me doll, there ain't a way out of this for you, keep on pushin' me, see what fuckin' happens."

You shifted your head to look him in his pitchy eyes, and a grin as slow as molasses crept across his face and his eyes narrowed as you nodded your head to concede.

"Fuckin brilliant, just what I love to see, sub-fuckin'-mission!" In one quick motion, he pushed himself up off the desk, breaking your legs hold and readjusting his clothes. He held a hand out to help you up, but you were annoyed by his win. Maybe you couldn't physically hurt him, not yet anyway, but you could jab at his ego, bring him down a few pegs with a good mocking fuck you. And you had the perfect idea of how to do it, although it was a very dangerous game-You wasn't finished with him just yet, there was no way you were going to submit so easily.

You took his hand and he pulled you up, your cheeks flushing red as you pulled down the sweater that had ridden up your hips.

"TAG. You're it!" You screamed, bolting past him with a hard thud to his shoulder and out of the door, stumbling a few times and looking behind you to see if he was following as you felt a rush of adrenaline that sparked from your fingertips to your toes.

"You little fucker! Get the fuck back here, you'll regret this!"