Weirdly enough, Juno could feel her nose swelling up, as well as the bit under her eyes which made it difficult to keep them open. When Simms didn't stop at the hall but continued to drag her into the empty cell, however, Juno began stirring. She could hear Kiley, and she wished she could comply immediately, but the best she could do was kick aimlessly while he kept dragging.
She hit the cold floor with a dry thump, and quickly turned on her back. It made things easier for him, but for her, too. He liked to tease, she knew, and whatever response he got would only make him laugh in her face. It was all part of his sick little ego jerkoff. Before she could do anything he was pulling her shoes off, and Juno knew what came next. She swallowed, something caving in her heart like half of it had just been spooned out.
No. Not this fucking time. Juno snarled, then growled and began turning her hips then raising her knees while he tugged, pulling her legs free to kick at Simms' chest and face just as she'd been taught. At the same time she tried to tug herself upward and away, but each time her head rose, she felt dizzier. And her nose kept bleeding, and her jumpsuit continued being pulled off. But at least, she wasn't as terrified as she was balls out furious. And she was pretty terrified.
However, she kept struggling, growling and fighting, even as her steam began to wear out, her head bobbing and the kicks came slower. By the time he was done pulling her jumpsuit mostly off, she hoped she wasn't the only one bleeding, shoeless or not.