Eris really had always been the type to get what she wanted, Jim was well aware of that. Never, though, did he expect her to resort to such dirty tactics; especially when he hadn't done much to merit the attack. No woman could possibly understand the pain of being booted in the testicles, he was sure. Especially now, since he was on the ground and fairly well exposed, and she had good footing, her attack had been extra successful. A good thirty seconds or so had passed now, and the throbbing pain hadn't ceased at all. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as he reflexively held them together in a futile effort to ease the pain, but every few seconds he sat up and shot a cursory glance towards Eris to check up on her.
Almost immediately he regretted having uttered his last string of cursing. The look in her eyes was both distant and menacing, and in the pit of his stomach Jim realized that he'd dug himself an even deeper hole than the one he was already in.
Despite the fact that he'd somewhat expected her attack, he was in no position to resist. Eris straddled him with ease, and for a second Jim found himself torn between the urge to punch her in the face and an eager sort of curiousity that he hadn't felt before. The latter was wiped away quite quickly as he noticed the hot tears stinging her cheeks, and as her knees made their way up to his arms to pin them down his half-anticipation quickly turned to dread.
Eris' instability had morphed into rage, and Jim was her outlet. As his head slammed against the ground for the first time (and inconveniently a rather large and shapely tree root that happened to jet out from the jungle floor right underneath his head), his voice tore itself from his lungs in the form of an almost primal scream that resonated throughout the jungle.
Somewhere in the midst of the assault Jim remembered the Taurus, and pathetically he tried to curl his left hand in an attempt to reach it. Eris' legs pinning his forearms down prevented him from making very much progress, however. His head slammed into the ground again, but the only reaction he gave this time was a visible increase in his breathing rate. His breath now came in great gasps, and with each breath he took he inched his arm slowly away from her knee and his hand closer towards the gun.
Just as the his left hand found the barrel of the 9mm his head slammed into the ground a third time, dazing him. His grip on the gun loosened, and he found himself staring straight upwards. Eris' face was blurry; partially owing to the head trauma that he was undergoing, and hindered further by the gentle pelting of rain droplets that still poured down on the two. He could barely hear her screaming and crying, but his mind had now long forgotten the gun.
His head slammed into the massive root a fourth time, and it was good enough to render him unconscious. His grip relaxed completely and his limbs loosened, all resistance that he'd provided just moments before fading away. The sound of Eris crying was the last thing Jim Middleton remembered hearing before he slipped into blackness. He couldn't have been sure how long the assault lasted after that, mainly because he never woke up.
B120: JAMES MIDDLETON - DECEASED
G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben
B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline
B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated
natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off