Page 9 of Violent Delights
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She whimpers and her lower lip begins to tremble, her eyes watering with despair.
This I can work with. Raw terror and desperation. She’s good.
I tighten my grip around her throat, pushing her further back against the wall, while moving my face so close to hers that I can feel her anxious breath on my skin.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, yes, yes.”
She hesitates, leaving a moment for the first of many tears to roll down her delicate cheek.
“Yes, Master,” she adds.
I smile at her.
“Good girl.”
