Her lean, pale legs slip out of the car door once it's opened, followed by the rest of her small frame. With skin the color of ivory, hair so pale blond it was nearly white, and curves in all the right places, she was still a tiny thing, standing at only five feet tall and weighing in at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her broad smile that stretched from ear to ear and vibrant violet eyes that seemed to glow at times made her seem friendly, inviting, though she was usually anything but.
She stretches slightly, raising her firm arms above her head and arching her back, not minding that her top raises and exposes her flat belly, nor that her skirt hikes up an extra inch on her thighs. She looks around, then trudges into the police station to ask directions; she was so directionally challenged it wasn't funny...at least not to her.
Other than her lack of direction, she was quite intelligent. Medical license, Ph.D. in IT Security, half a dozen Cisco certifications under her belt that she kept up just in case, she was nicknamed "The Brain" of the family...and here she was, in this tiny town, about to take over their hospital. The only reason she was doing this was because her former brother-in-law needed a doctor badly; she'd always been close to him, and when her sister left him for some reason or another that nobody really knew, she felt that he needed someone he trusted nearby.
Prin pushes on the front doors and calls out into the seemingly empty building, "Hello? Anybody here?" She looks around as she walks deeper into the halls, thinking to herself, 'Shouldn't there be more people here?' Where she was from, police stations were busy places, lots of hustle and bustle, but she supposed this town was small, quiet...she'd been warned before she showed up, but that was just what she needed.
She stops in front of one of the cells, her right hand trailing over one of the bars as she stares into it, becoming lost in thought...her mind goes back to the last time she was in front of a jail cell, staring into the eyes of someone she thought she loved very much, who she thought loved her, but it turned out that she was so very wrong...
Her body tenses slightly as she snaps out of her daydream, her ears having picked up the sound of heavy footsteps. Continuing to peer into the cell, appearing as if she's still in thought, she jumps lightly when a hand is placed on her left hip, a second hand wrapping around her right that's still around the steel bar of the cell. "Lookin' for someone, girl?" is breathed heavily into her ear, the gruff voice washing over her and consuming her senses.
"Yeah, actually, I was lookin' for someone to direct me to the hospital...I'm supposed to take over staff there today," she replies with a deep breath. "If you could just tell me how to get there I'll be on my merry lil' way," she drawls, her accent thick, heavy like always.
His grip on her hand tightens as he tugs it to the left, spinning her and backing her completely against the bars, his head dipping in to her neck as he inhales deeply, taking in her scent. "You ain't goin' anywhere, baby girl, not for a while." The hand that was on her hip moves to grip her other wrist, lifting both above her head and holding them there, the coarseness of his palms rubbing against her sensitive flesh.
Her purple orbs meet those of hazel, more green than anything though there was still a bit of a golden honey tint to them. She takes in his appearance...the shaggy brown hair, tanned skin, broad shoulders, rough hands...this man had done some work in his life, was strong, stronger than she was. She wasn't quite sure what he wanted, though she could guess. She felt that he'd get his way somehow but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight 'till the end.
She fights against him, attempts to twist her wrists free, and at this point she notices the badge, the duty belt, the uniform..."Fuck off, asshole. Let me go right now, or so help me god you'll regret it..." She tries to keep her tone cool, calm, collected...strong and confident even, though she can hear the slight tremor in her smooth accent.
"Oh I plan on fucking...I'm gonna fuck you, right here in this cell. You're the new doctor right? You and I will be workin' real closely I reckon, so we might as well become comfortable with each other." He grasps both of her wrists in one of his large hands, the other sliding the cage open so he can back her inside of it. He slings her roughly onto the cot, then sheds his duty belt and jacket, tugs off his tie and loosens a couple buttons on his shirt. "Strip, bitch."
