Melanie yelled put in dismay as she was thrown thrown towards a wall. This man was definitely not this strong before. Had he taken taken some type of steroid to keep himself in such a shape? It was prepostorous! Melanie shut her eyes, expecting her back to impacted against the wall, helpless against the force of gravity and the strong throw... only to find herself in the arms of the man that had tossed. He was faster as well, it would seem.

He catched her mid-air, aiming to throw her some more, but that would have been overkill. She would've resembled something from the butcher's shop, hadn't he been faster. He caught her, as if a newly-wed to her groom, and dropped to the ground. He did a series of kicks from one wall to another to ease and cushion the fall, before he got to the floor.

Once there, however, he gave her another kiss. This time it was more dirtier, his probing tongue more excited. There was even a hint of touching her in places which she would've never thought he paid attention to...her toned but feminine legs, and her left breast. The touches were mere wisps, but it seemed to her like it was heavy-handed. Her indignation would've only added to the sensation as afterwards, the old man quickly dropped her to the ground before assuming a position opposite her.

He grinned for the slightest of moments, then adopted a 'master's' stance. He stood still, one hand in front of him and the other behind his back.

Melanie grunted as she slowly picked herself up, spitting out as much as she could of his... invasion. She struggled to breathe as she tried to form words between her desperate pants. A part of her felt rage, anger, shame and disbelief. Another part of her was simply winded, obsessed with the pain the man had beat into her. Melanie was familiar with this side weaker side, but the torrent of emotions that roiled in her less pain-obsessed mind scared her even more. She attempted to rein herself in, her emotions completely twisting about and clouding her better judgment.

She managed to pick herself up, arms shifted to defend herself from the man's next...violation. It was clear that he was acting completely for his own benefit, assaulting her as if she were but a plaything dancing in the palm of his very skilled hands. She did not say words, and bent a little, leaning her protected middle forward to face the man head on.