He was moving in before she nodded. Angela remembered to drop her hands, but was afraid to really hit him, terrified deep in her heart that he would hit her back, as Kenny had so many times.
Marc tripped her easily, taking them down again. This time, her arms were pinned by his chest and the heavy weight of his body. "Don't roll over and don't unlock those ankles!"
Angela twisted her hips to make room and flung a handful of dust half-heartedly in his direction. Her knee brushed his groin, and again he let her roll him off.
She got up a bit slower this time, almost winded as she tried to remember his words over the fear screaming in her mind.
Marc realized he was going to have to use a different method to circumvent her fear of men. She had to see him as a stranger. He backed up a little, ignoring the heart that didn't want her to be afraid of him for any reason or length of time. She froze when he got close, afraid of what would happen afterwards if she hurt him, which she couldn't. He needed to reach that place inside that came out when survival was on the line, so she would remember how to handle herself when it counted.
"Not going to the ground means the difference between rape and escape. You have to stop me by any means necessary."
Angela frowned, backing up as he edged closer. "I can't just attack you."
"I'm gonna make it so you can. Remember to think." Marc sent his very male eyes over her body with clear want, letting the animal side out just a bit, and Angela felt terror go through her at his words. He wasn't like them, right?
"Pretty white bitch," he growled, mimicking the brothers' menacing tone almost perfectly. He hated her reaction, but didn't stop, forcing her to deal with it. "How 'bout a kiss? Been alone a long time."
She shook her head, still moving carefully away, and he was glad to see her eyes locked on his. At least she knew that much.
He rushed her suddenly and Angela brought her hands and knee up together. The force behind it was meant to hurt, but it didn't. Neither said a word, Marc only letting his body strain against hers.
It took him a full minute to get her off her feet this time, Marc not really trying, of course, and once on the ground, he kept her there, showing her where to hit, scratch, kick, and punch.