Heated Clash Between Phoenix and Firecracker - Blaise vs Audrey

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"Phrasing."

The single word was enough to get Audrey to stop squirming despite the pain of his knee, looking up at him with a flush of color in her cheeks and a grimace on her face. Yeah, she walked herself right into that one. Not that she could help it in the heat of the moment, but damn, she really needed to learn to not encourage the very behavior she was trying to avoid.

The pressure intensifies, growling out a strangled groan and forcing her eyes shut as she struggles to resist, squirming away once again. But the pressure only remains for seconds longer before vanishing, and Audrey rolls to her side, her body curling in on itself as she tends to her bruise.

But she doesn't get to stay there for long. A hand snatches her by the hair, in that familiar spot right at the base of her ponytail - a favorite, it seemed, of her tormentors. Her head is tugged sharply backwards as she is pulled off the ground, forcing her to hastily scramble to her knees. One hand shoots free of her stomach to grab at his wrist, as though that might ease some of the pain. It doesn't.

"A-ah! Ahhh!" the redhead cries, the tugging drawing sharp gasping breaths, as well as tears to her eyes. The hand under her chin does little to muffle her whimpering, but Audrey is forced to her feet, though she is compelled to rise without the additional pull, the yanking of her hair more than enough to spur her into voluntary motion.

She is pulled all the way to her feet, but she doesn't say vertical for long. Blaise forces her head beneath his arm, the redhead having to bend over slightly to accommodate. Blaise also captures one of her arms, and she knows what's coming next. She reaches up with her free hand, ignoring the discomfort in her scalp and her gut, and places her hand on his chest - there is no pressure, no scratching or pounding, just a delicate touch to help maintain what little balance she still had.

But she isn't lifted up immediately - instead, a sharp jab hits her in the side! Her whole body jolts, and her fingers curl; there's more pressure there now, a more focused effort to remain standing. A second jab comes, rocking her further; her nails scratch him slightly, but not out of intent. By the third, her legs nearly give out, but his grip on her head keeps her upright enough for her to regain her footing.

Satisfied that she'd been thoroughly tenderized, Blaise finally grabbed her by the skirt and heaved her up into the air. Blood began to rush to Audrey's head, but now that she was up, Blaise didn't seem to want to linger - she quickly arced through the air and back down again, in a way that suggested he didn't simply want to let her fall - he wanted to make sure she felt it!

And feel it she did - her whole spine vibrated upon impact, the tremors sending shockwaves through her entire body. She rebounded hard after colliding with the mat. The second landing was nowhere near as intense as the first had been, of course, but nevertheless the assault had Audrey's back arching in agony. This, she knew, was why she needed to stay out of the grip of these muscle-laden men. It was too easy for them to simply pick her up like a doll and toss her around.

But in her current state, still reeling from that heavy slam, she was in no position to defend herself...