No Limits on Imagination!

hey everybody!
this will not turn inappropriate....it will bring people to the imagination of something, but it will not go any further than deemed necessary....
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Cynar looked at the man twice as small as him glaringly, but to her relief, let her go.
When Cynar left, the land lord looked at her. “Ye be th' lass from upstairs?”
“Yes.”
“Well, ye've got a free meal, an' one more day in that room up there. A gentleman paid all expenses before he left.” he said, then turned back to drying his cups.
When she saw that he wanted the conversation to be over, she went straight up to the counter and sat down on one of the three-legged stools that lined the counter.
Before she could even open her mouth, her stomach growled ferociously. “Um. Can I get that meal now?”
He placed her plate in front of her. “Do you know the man who paid for my expenses?”
“No, but I think he felt bad. He was carryin' you, limp as a rag doll, up them stairs.”
“Oh.” Her eyes fell to her plate as she let the land owner go back to drying cups. Then her mind focused only on the food in front of her. When her plate was cleared, she went back upstairs.
When she was back in the rented room, she looked around and found a small saddlebag on the only chair in the room. When she emptied it's contents, she found bread wrapped in a cloth, cheese in the same manner, and a few coins and currency. When she counted, she had enough to borrow a horse and a little still left over.
When she repacked her pack, she included the copper-backed brush and hand-held mirror that sat on the vanity of the rented room. Then she went downstairs and exchanged some of her currency for the use of a horse.
She then made her way out of The Sly Fox and to the stables to pick out a horse to use for her journey to wherever her instincts brought her to. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't see the shadow moving in on her as she meandered to the stables.
All but in one movement was she thrown to the wall, a male's body was placed on top of hers, crushing her between the wall and him.
“I don't recall yer answer t' my question. So what d' ye say?”
She remembered Cynar and his rude ways. No no no! “I believe my answer is no. I would mind terribly.” her eyes were wide when she found out she had courage enough to say even that to this man nearly tow sizes bigger than her.
Cynar head dropped for a moment and she had the feeling he was laughing humorlessly, as if he couldn't believe her answer. Then he looked up at her. She saw a glimmer in his eye, even in the dark, and knew something horrible was about to happen.
“Maybe you need a lil' persuadin' ...” and even as he was speaking, his hand brushed her thigh, moving up, pulling her hem up at the same time. At that, she gaped, her wide eyes going even wider.
Her mouth had slightly opened and Cynar lowered his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss. His other hand found her breast, and started to roughly knead it . Though there was a few layer of fabric between his hand and her breast, she couldn't stop the shudder of revulsion that went through her.
Cynar must have felt the shudder and mistook the meaning of her shudder because he kept doing what he was doing,.
He dislodged his lips from hers. “Have I changed yer mind?”
She couldn't speak for a moment, but then said, “No.” surprising herself with her firm voice.
H replied with a laugh and said, “I will in due time... I will.”
At that, she balled her hand into a fist and thrusted it into his gut, driving him to bend over and release her with an “oomph”.
When he did release her, she ran, not looking back as she did until she reached the stables, going through as fast as possible to pick the best one in a hurry. She settled on a doe-brown mule, leading it out of the stall, throwing the saddle on its back and tightening the cinch even as she led it to the entrance of the stables, only to face Cynar once more. He had one arm draped around his stomach, his other supporting him on the stable wall.
“Ye’ll pay for that, little wench!” he said, advancing on her slowly.
“Leave me alone! I said I wasn't interested.” she said as she gripped the reigns of the mule in two trembling hands.
“Now ye have no choice, ye've interested me the moment that man brought you in.” He threw up his ands. “I'm only human... and the way ye've intrigued me. Ye are a pure delicacy that I simply can't resist. Your skin is like a soft doe's color, and those lips, a perfect cupid's bow, surely a gift from god! And yer hair-” Cynar stopped himself from his appraisal of her body parts, and then said, “Just come with me; I can show you things that ye've probably never experienced before.”
“I'm sorry sir,” she said in her surprisingly still firm voice. “But I believe my answer is still the same; no.” she said the last slowly, as if he still hadn't heard her.
Cynar stopped for a moment, his gaze fell from her to the ground, his robust shape shaking with another one of his humorless chuckles. When he raised his head, she shrank from the menacing gleam in his eye. “Sorry lass, ye have no other choice. Its no' as bad as ye think it is... I could give you pleasure ye never even thought of.”
she saw no way around it, she would have to escape this lunatic, and the only way she could think of was to get out of the stables, and into The Sly Fox.
She counted to ten, thought of the chance favoring her, and ran past Cynar who made a grab for her but missed.
She headed to the inn, afraid to look back, or else lose all courage.
Halfway to the building something huge and hard hit her square in the back and she went sprawling to the ground and quickly covered by Cynar. “Ye won't escape this time.” he snarled. “There’s nowhere to go. Scream all you want. There is too much noise in there, enough to accompany a grand ballroom.” his eyes shifted to her hair that seemed to be a dark cloud all around her. He stuck one hand in it and grabbed a fistful of it, holding her captive as he once again kissed her.
He was surprised when she pushed his shoulders away with the heel of her hand, withdrawing his lips from hers. “I said I wasn't interested! Can you hear me! I-”
“I sure can hear y-” suddenly, Cynar was several feet away from her, a tall lean shadow hovering over him. “I believe the young lady said she wasn't interested.” A deep, furious voice rumbled into the night.
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to be continued...