Ellipsis

The wall collided with her face sending stars across her vision. The surprise alone sent her tumbling to the floor below. She ignored the blood trickling down her neck as she stood to face her attacker. A white clad gentleman in coattails, he stood motionless in her doorway. The world stood still between them for what could have been hours, her eyes held him captive as an unspoken dialogue passed between them. A soft nudge pushed her forward and she took the moment to press an attack of her own. A quick swing on the right and a jab from the left but he deftly avoided each and countered with a swift strike of his fist to her midsection. She found the floor again and his foot on her back strong encouraged her to stay down this time. She nodded her surrender and rolled onto her back to look up at him.
"Why must you resist every time, my dear?" He didn't meet her gaze as he knelt down.
"Why do mock the suit of a gentleman?" She put as much venom as she could into her words.
His gloved hand wrapped around her neck and pinned her to the floor as the other began unbuttoning her blouse; "I never meant to mock this suit, dear. I simply felt your connection to it and thought you might prefer this look. If you don't, then I'll remove it."
"Nothing you wear will change what you are."
"Say it." His hand caressed her bare breast and move down along her side to her thighs.
"No."
He moved closer to her. "Say what I am."
"I can't"
He was on top of her now, her bare skin pressed again the harsh fabric of his clothing. The hand on her neck moved to cradle her head as he pulled her in for a deep kiss.
Her lips moved to form his name, a voiceless word but enough for now.
His hand again explored her body as he watched her shift under his touch. She swatted at his hand in a vain attempt to stop him but a firm tug on her hair and she was his again.