The figure advanced on Willow and flexed his fingers. Blue light crackled from his hands and his eyes glowed orange. She didnt know what it was or where it came from but one thing was for sure, she was in deep shit.
No one knew where she was and she had no way to defend herself against this seemingly powerful magician, especially with her hands tied.
He carried on advancing and when he got to her he started to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt.
"Get off"
"No, your not exactly in the position to be giving me orders are you now?"
"Fuck off"
"Strong willed thing arent you! Well lets see what it takes for me to break that will. I think I might have some fun before I perform the ritual"
She set her jaw and put her famouse resolve face in place. He looked her straight in the eye, swung his hand back and slapped her round the face. She refused to cry, she held the tears back and kept stareing at a point on the ceiling, just above the things head.
He decided to rip the buttons off her shirt instead, after all why should he take care with the silly little bitch, she was just going to end up a lifeless shell anyway. Willow winced as he ran his scaled hands down her body and underneath her cotton covered breasts. Everywhere his hands went he left burn marks and welts. He cupped her mound through her skirt and flexed his fingers again, She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think about what the bastard was doing.
He ripped her skirt away and started to fiddle with the elastic on her panties. That was it, that was her limit for being the brave heroin, she screamed, as loud as she could and with as much mystical power as she could to try and deafen him and make anybody near enough with supernatural or natural hearing hear her. The magician cringed and covered his ears, after she`d stopped screaming he punched her full force in the stomach, and she almost threw up. She started to gag and cough. But still she managed to get out one more plea.
"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!"
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Angel finally made it to the business district where all the whare houses, were. He was out the car before it even stopped. He went to the task of beating his way through every door that got in his way. Delia and Doyle were checking them as he got through them. They`d been at it for fifteen minutes and still no joy. With every second that ticked by they were all looseing hope. Then a blood curdling scream ripped the air, It had definately been Willow and Angel practically jumped out of his skin, he raced off in the direction the scream had come from. He remembered that his best hope for success was surprise so instead of bashing through the door like he wanted to, he picked the lock and crept through the building quietly. He could hear Willow`s frantic heart beat from the front of the whare house and it was makeing him edgy. He just wanted the rip the asshole`s head off, but stealth was the way to go.
So when he couldnt see them in the main part of the building he went towards the back. He siddled up to the door and peered through the small window. There pinned to the wall by some invisible restraints was Willow. She was just stareing at something on the ceiling not paying any attention to the thing stood in front of her. She had all of her outer clothes ripped away and cuts covering her sides and abdoman. She had a nasty looking bruise forming on her stomach too, it looked like the guy had punched her and he had his hand back ready to punch her again. That was Angel`s breaking point, he flew through the door at break neck speed and swung his arm in an arch, bringing the Katana he was carrieing down and cleaving the things head off in one move.
With the thing dead Willow was released from her restraints and fell to the floor in a boneless heap.
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