Chapter 92

• I knew his taunt was a tissue of lies, and his words were just an illusion. A cruel, sick mind-fuck before twisting it around into another of his degrading and sick games. And so it should prove as his arm reached down and his hand began rubbing at my crotch, which then fatefully started to stir. It was my downfall as he asserted his status, berating my wanton display. He exerted his stamp as he cut me to size with words which were steeped in contempt.
• “Ah, so you do want to defile me, you cheap little whore. You want me submit to your will? Well so be it, and tonight I will give you your chance. But, my sweet pansy, it’s a one-time only, so you’d better pray that nothing goes wrong.”
• Then with a cunning, dry smile he looked into my eyes as he sank to his knees at my feet.