Ron's script ideas, Jaded episode 4.

Howling winds, insects echoing in the background are instantly dampened as  once a pitter patter of raindrops turns into a deafening downpour of rain. Chain clashing, colliding with one another only increases when the background noises are dimmed by a creasing, then roaring thud, quickly after a sneaker dragging across the floor making a high pitched squeak. Because of these series of actions all of a sudden an outburst of chaotic thrashing, clamping as line of sight is contained by darkness. A feminine groan, deep breaths,  whimpers start turning into sobs, fingers clasp but wrist remain touching being unable to feel footing, hairs stand up on the back of her neck ..Shuddering  while  hair is latched onto by   large set of  fingertips, running through her strands, dancing on the crown of her forehead drifting towards eyesight grasping hold of the fabric covering her vision. Two inhales are all it takes because vision finally came through to ocean blue orbs tongue extending from lips desperately staring towards the floor noticing her feet suspended a few inches above the ground.  Delicately,   raising  gaze towards the ceiling  hues meet a mirror,seeing  a torn pink skirt   ripped around thigh  high  having white lines placed along the seems from top to bottom,upper body is concealed  by  a drenched  white top,  that covers  her   tanned  skin practically exposing  C-Cup breast. Traveling further  her  long  brunette  hair  is  in tatters  as it  glides down her back  stopping past her shoulder blade feeling body convulse  making body jolt. The moment a palm grips her  hair   and warm breath on earlobe  the unforgettable sensation of a piece of metal along her collar-bone.  "Wakey wakey."




 Lips pressed  inches away from her right earlobe, black sphere's    wander without abandon over her frame releasing a low growl then averting his stare.Blade ran down cheek, tantalizingly having a smooth stroke  letting  the warm metal dash towards  an absurdly exposed collar-bone.  Throat hitches,  puffing up   cheeks.    Suddenly    a  low chuckle is   released, from the depths of his  throat. Deciding not to stop  there,   pushing   for the space in-between her mounds.   Her  reactions to his  touch the way she went silent,  averted her gaze  before narrowing  her ocean blue  eyes at him  making sure to take in the quaking form of her petite  shape.   One large whiff, using his nose to take in her scent fully that action makes   a wandering tongue dance across  parted lips Zeroing   the male continues to drag the blunt head of his weapon further down tearing through some of her  fragile T- Shirt  exposing a little more skin. ."Alia Hernandez I look forward to my time  with you."  Looming figure towers hers  even when suspended his head reached above her shoulders,   four inches off the ground, the mirror in-front of her is   six feet flat is still taller than her his head peers past her shoulders  evenly matched  the piece of furniture in question.  Strong  right hands collides directly on an exposed left cheek  gripping  her soft  flesh turning  his body pacing a few steps over so that his entire frame is standing on her left  side taking a glance  turning her head dead center  so they both see  their reflections. Broad shoulders and a stocky  build   toned ebony  skin to match with a set of curly  hair,  long sleeved  black shirt  and jeans to match  covering every possible area of his skin  excluding his eyes wearing a large bandanna as a  mask only exposing eyes, mouth alone. Happening  breath on face. "I want you to understand the magnitude of the situation you find yourself in."Palms  have a little more force  as clamping down on her cheek continued to be priority. "What I do to you from here on out will make you hate me,   will make you despise me  however for better or worse you will enjoy it."