[TW: Violence & Suggested Sexual Assault]
Stumbling to her feet, Daphne made a mad dash towards the door. Unfortunately, while she was small and agile, she still wasn't fast enough compared to a seasoned mercenary that had years of violent experience under his belt.
Clive reached forward in a few quick steps, grabbing a fistful of Daphne's hair, causing her to yelp in pain. Her hands reached back instinctively, trying to worm herself free to no avail. With a swing, Clive sent her toppling to her floor, her head harshly hitting against the leg of the table. It hurt badly but thankfully hadn't knocked her out.
"Maybe the payment really isn't worth all the trouble," Clive said to himself under his breath. He bent over Daphne, a sadistic smile curving his lips. "Then again, since he's late, I suppose the rules can indeed be loosened a little. What say we have a bit of fun? I've never fucked a queen before."
