Things are changing...

This couldn't possibly be happening right now. No way. Clyde was serious. He was going to keep her here, and not let her go. He couldn't do that! She had a life! Places she had to be, things she had to do, just like everyone else. Did he really think that she would just let him do this?! Apparently Clyde thought so.

But at the moment, Lilly couldn't predict what Clyde was going to do. After all of this, he just seemed so unpredictable, so... crazy. It frightened the cheerleader more than she had been frightened in a long time. And there wasn't much that could scare her.

"You won't get away with this..." Lilly muttered, scooting away fro him just a bit, trying to avoid getting kicked by him again. It was strange. Lilly had every intention of doing things like this to him. But now that the tables have turned, she hardly saw the appeal. Things were changing, and she didn't know how to fix it... yet.

Clyde lifted his foot and pit it on Lilly's shoulder, trying to pin her against the entertainment set. "Oh but I will. Because you see, darlin'. No matter if ya follow me till' I's old and grey. I' gon keep my woman safe from you, ya hear?" Clyde muttered with a sly confident grin, even if Lilly wasn't super strong, she was dangerous, people were capable of anything and nothing could stop her from using a weapon on Mercy or getting someone really dangerous to hurt Mercy for her. Possibilities were endless and Clyde wanted to prevent each one.

"Or maybe I should call my girl? How you like if Mercy decide what I gon' do with you?" Asked the cowboy with a sly grin, he thought would be kind of funny. To have Lilly at Mercy's... mercy for once.

Lilly gritted her teeth at the audacity of Clyde. Did he really think that he was going to be able to keep her here against her will? He might have her at his disposal right now, but the cheerleader was far from ready to allow him to make her his little slave. No way in hell was that happening. And now he thinks that Mercy is going to tell her waht to do?! He's dreaming! This fucking cowboy was going to get his one way or another. She would make very, very certain of that.

"When this is all over, I'll have yours, and your precious Mercy's head on a stick... just you wait and see," Lilly said. Even though Clyde had her in a bad situation, she wasn't going to just let him have his way with her so easily. He thinks he is a fighter? He obviously didn't know her too well.

"Oh shaddap before I deflate ya boobs." Clyde said as he gave Lilly a dismissive wave in response to her threat. "You all full of hot air anyway... Now where my phone at?" Clyde said as he looked around the apartment before realizing his phone was on the coffee table in front of the sofa, directly behind him, meaning he'd have to remove his leg from Lilly to grab it.

He looked down at her and gave her a look. "Get my phone.... Slave." He ordered her a grin slowly starting to curl across his lips.

Kill him... she really wanted to kill him. His arrogant attitude was starting to bring the cheerleader's blood to a full on boil. And now he had the balls to demand that she do something for him. Call her slave! Lilly's fists started to ball into tight fists against the floor. She wasn't going to take it anymore. She didn't care about the consequences. She didn't care what might happen. Clyde had stepped way over the line, and now he was going to pay dearly for it.

With a blood curdling, angry scream, Lilly went to shove Clyde's leg away from her before shooting to her feet. She had no plan, she only wanted to grind this cowboy's head into a fine paste. So she went to tackle him, wanting to bring him down to the floor and get on top of him. This wasn't going to go his way. Not in a million years.

The plan was call Mercy, tell her whats up and find a place where he tie Lilly to for the night until he figured out where to keep her. Maybe Clyde got too cocky, getting on a slight power trip as he finally found himself calling the shots when it came to him and Lilly finally. All just to piss this arrogant brat off!

But then that whole escapade suddenly died off when she shoved his foot away and suddenly lunged at him, feeling her shoulder bury into his stomach as she screamed bloody murder at her, sending the two right into the coffee table behind Clyde that collasped underneath him.

"Uuhugh!" He groaned as he felt broken wood underneath him. "That cost money!" He growled, trying to put a boot into Lilly's gut and roll back, trying to fling her backwards and into the sofa!

Lilly's reckless charge at the cowboy paid off, as she managed to take him right off of his feet and into his coffee table, breaking the wooden structure to pieces. Blinded by rage, she didn't care about his broken property, or whatever injury she may have given him or herself. All that she cared about now was injuring him MORE. In any way she possibly could. This humiliation he put her through... it was over now. He wasn't going to have his way. It was HER way! Not his!

Lilly was about to start throwing wild, blind punches toward Clyde's face area, but lucky for him, he managed to push her off of him, slamming her back against the couch and her butt onto the floor. This wasn't going to stop her so easily though. She continued to try and get at him, charging him yet again. She was willing to fight through his kicks, punches, pushes or whatever! She wanted him bloody and broken!

Clyde winced as he sat up. His back hurt now. Whatever broken pieces of wood he fell on, it didn't feel right because now his lower back ached a bit. He held it as he sat up and turned to look at Lilly who was on the warpath! It was clear to Clyde he got too cocky and only fueled Lilly's rage! She was on the berserker attack yet again! Charging again like a violent yet cute raging bull of blonde busty death!

Clyde had no time to mourn the broken table, he instead reached down at the rubble and grabbed the remote, trying to fling like a ninja star towards Lilly's forehead!

Charging blindly, not giving any thought to what might happen to her, or him, or anything at all, Lilly didn't even notice that Clyde had picked up the TV remote at all. So when he threw it, it connected solidly to the blondes forehead, causing her to stagger and trip over her own feet, and fall right back down to the floor. Lilly cltched at her now aching forehead. Her eyes watered from the sudden pain as well, making it even harder for her to see. A dirty shot... that's all it was. Another dirty, underhanded shot, just like the low blow.

She was far from done though. Lilly was a fighter! Not some pushover bimbo. Shaking her head, the cheerleader struggled to her hands and knees. She was thankful that she avoided the shards of wood all over the floor. The last thing she needed was large chunks of wood jutting from her knees or something.

"Fuck... YOU!" Blinking through her watery eyes, Lilly charged at Clyde yet again. In her rage, she didn't really think this whole thing through. Inflicting pain was the only goal.

"Ain't you ever stay down!?" Growled the cowboy as Lilly charged him again. He didn't feel really sorry for her at all but at the same time, it was clear she was just going to get put down yet again. He wouldn't fall to her either. Not anymore.

So Clyde did the one thing that came to his mind when Lilly charged him!

He lifted his foot up and waited for her to run right into it.