Defiance was in Heather's nature, it seemed. She had to be that way, though, because giving in easily could get a person killed, and she was the type of person who was always getting into situations that could potentially kill her. Another thing that was in Heather's nature, really.
Once he let go of her face, she wasted no time in retrieving her clothes, pulling them back on even if they were ripped and ratty-looking by now. She just wanted to be covered. It was an incredibly painful process, though, much more than she'd imagined it could be. She had to pretty much ease herself into every bit of material.
"Not yet," she echoed, glaring up at him again as she finished up redressing. "What, I turned into your fuck buddy now? Can't kill me because raping me is the only way you can get yourself off?"