Chapter 7. In the Jaws of a Wolf

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"Now, now, let's drop these little tricks of yours. You're no match for me, toots."

Arina's eyes instantly lost their purpuric glow, and her eyebrows arched.

Tekiro took hold of her chin, looking down at her. He ran his hand over her neck, then along the cleavage between her breasts, however, contrary to her expectations, he did not linger and slithered further down her stomach right to the edge of the knickers she was still wearing. The girl was not looking at him, trying to hold back the disgust that was bursting out. Her chest was heaving violently, and she was trembling involuntarily. When his hand slid over the fabric of her knickers to her crotch, her trembling increased.

"Are you that impatient?" Tekiro hissed mockingly into her ear. Instead of answering, Arina jerked, making a strangled squeak, but the man held her firmly by her neck with his other hand.

"Do not piss me off," he threatened. He removed his hands, however.

Instead, he placed his palms on her breasts, and Arina again could not hold back a convulsive sob. She tried pulling away again, but Tekiro grabbed her shoulder and shook her slightly:

"Hey!"

Arina shrank and squeezed her eyes shut, as if expecting him to hit her. Tekiro touched her breasts again. He groped her a little, then leaned over to the girl and grasped her chin tenaciously. He kissed her, harshly and insistently. But almost immediately pulled away.

"Don't grit your teeth. Come on."

He kissed her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth, almost making her vomit. She grimaced and moaned, fighting back tears with the last of her strength. Her legs gave way, and she began to sag, but Tekiro did not let her do this, holding her in place by the shoulders.

Finally, he pulled away, letting go of her. Arina sank down after all, leaning on the bed with one hand, and pressing the back of her other hand to her mouth, trying to catch her breath and rub off any traces of his saliva.

"That's no good at all. Needs more enthusiasm, dearie..." Tekiro said reproachfully.

He looked at her thoughtfully for a while.

"Fine, while you're positioned so comfortably, let's see how you can take care of your man." I want to feel your delicate fingers on my buddy here... to begin with..."

Arina jerked her head up, fury flashing in her eyes. However, the purpuric light only sparked for a moment, after which it immediately went out again.

"Ah, ah, ah... what did we agree on? I don't need you flashing your eyes at me like that." Tekiro shook his head and wagged his finger at her again. "Come on, I'm all anticipation..."

He pushed his hips forward a little, making it clear what exactly was required of Arina. Stared at her mockingly, waiting.

Arina clenched her teeth, then, not without a struggle, straightened up again and put one hand on his thigh, moved her palm up a little. She placed her other hand on the waistband of his trousers. Unbuttoning them, she pulled the trousers down, and then his underwear, while averting her gaze persistently.

"Oh yes, come on, don't disappoint me..." Tekiro cooed, putting one hand on top of the girl's head, burying his fingers in her hair and slightly tilting his head back. "And then, so be it, I'll reward you too... WHY, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!"

The next moment, without letting go of her hair, he grabbed Arina's right wrist with his other hand. Arina cried out in pain, her fingers unclasped helplessly and a kunai dropped to the floor.

"You fool, you seriously think you can compete with..." He didn't get to finish and doubled over, finally releasing the girl's hair, and, snarling, tore another kunai from his right thigh.

At that moment Arina had already rolled out of bed and was dashing for the window. She didn't have time to think about what exactly she was counting on, intending to throw herself from the third floor. Anything to avoid giving up to this scumbag. Fractures and concussions could be cured, while psychological injuries were more complicated.

However, she could not do as intended. All she managed was to lean out of the window and immediately shrieked desperately as Tekiro grabbed her by the hair from behind. He effortlessly threw her back onto the bed, and pinned her down with all his bodyweight.

Arina resisted like a wild cat, but she could indeed hardly counter a Shinobi, even if wounded.

"That was a big mistake, bitch," Tekiro hissed in her ear, squeezing her throat with one hand so that Arina could barely breathe, and with the other ripping off her knickers in one motion, as if they were made of paper.

At that moment, as if through a haze, Arina saw a swift shadow materialize behind Tekiro. It seemed to her that something flashed scarlet. And then Tekiro, with a gasp, released her and flew out the window. The shadow followed him.

Arina remained lying on the bed, gasping for air and coughing. Finally, she somehow restored her breath, turned on her side and went limp, exhausted, closing her eyes.

Almost immediately she felt someone's arms wrap around her. With a strangled cry, she jerked as hard as she could and began flailing her arms erratically.

"Arina! Hush, hush! It's me – Kakashi! Easy now!" Kakashi said hastily, carefully but firmly holding her down, and at the same time wrapping her in a blanket. "It's okay, hush, dear... I'm here, I'm with you..."

Arina, however, was looking at him with dismay, as if not trusting her own eyes. Kakashi smiled encouragingly, squinting his eyes slightly. However, almost immediately, his eyebrows arched and his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked, loosening his grip a little and pulling away to get a better look at her. "Did he... did he do something to you?"

Arina kept staring at him silently, and her gaze, on the contrary, gradually calmed down. In a slow motion, she turned her head from side to side, while Kakashi realized with relief that the blood was not hers. Finally, still staring straight into his eyes, the girl freed one arm from under the blanket. Shifted it to the side a little.

The next instant her facial expression changed abruptly, and she gave Kakashi a sound slap.

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