Continued from here with @droliverthredsonmd. 

Betrayed by her own body, who would have thought? Proof of Lana’s fear was the light quivering of her bottom lip, its quick shivering the expected outcome after days worth of tears being swallowed through tight lumps lodged inside her - very - bruised throat. Petrified like a statue she waited for the full extent of his wrath to finally reach her — dark gaze landing upon a random stain on the floor instead of following after Oliver’s predatory journey around her bed. HIS bed, the woman’s right to possess had been taken away… along with her short-lived freedom and will to make it through another day.

It happened, way more violently than expected. The world around her flipped upside down and his powerful yank lifted her off the mattress with ease… then she fell, back meeting cold tiles with a loud tump that took her breath away. Something inside Lana’s chest cracked —— not a painful kind of broken but yes one that ruined her calm façade she once struggled so hard to maintain. Tears, fat and burning like fire against the cold skin of her cheeks were promptly released, Oliver’s reddened face ( hovering inches above hers ) the one thing she could bring herself to stare at.

“I —— you’re hurting me, stop it!” Not exactly the kind of clever answer Lana wished she could have spat right back at him, but it served a purpose.