[color=#ddd1be]Janetta had gotten a small piece of victory by bringing her knee up high enough to smash it into Ginhearst's abdomen. With the wind knocked out of him, Timothy let out a string of breathless curses as he tried to stop his victim - who was quickly regaining what she could of her focus - from wheeling herself away. Thanks to an active choice to be happily lazy and comfortable in her own office, the chair was mobile, perfect for rolling around her space without having to get up when unnecessary. And Pryce was pushing herself backwards toward the file cabinet directly behind her, where she kept a small pistol for herself.

She underestimated Timothy's recovery time, however, and before she was able to fully pull out the drawer containing the gun, he had gotten his breath back. "That wasn't very nice!" he growled loudly, rearing a fist back and throwing a sloppy hook against Jan's jaw. It was sloppy, but it sure as hell hurt, and the warden could feel whatever focus she had pooling trickle away once again.

The black at the edges of her vision had returned, and she could hear herself slurring protests while he tore open her blouse. Again his mouth was forcing itself onto hers, and it was only as she began swinging her face from side to side to avoid him did she realize he wasn't holding her still because his hands were busy trying to open the bottom half of his prison jumpsuit.

And then came the loud noise of the door bursting open, and Timothy left his unwelcome post at her lips. Jan opened her eyes to see Ginhearst turn around to maul whoever or whatever it was that had interrupted his mission, only to freeze in place and begin choking. Without warning, a shower of blood spewed from above her, spraying at random as Ginhearst's body bucked and he tried to pull whatever it was out of his throat. Janetta, confused as all hell and highly uninterested in accidentally ingesting this pig's blood, jerked her face away from the spray. She heard the sputtering of his struggling decrease in volume, and finally she heard a loud thud on the floor before her. Finally, she brought herself to peek out from behind the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face, only to breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"Ryobi. Oh, fuck, thank god..." And then something happened that Jan had not done in a very long time.

She began to cry in front of this man.[/color]