Page 9 of Violent Delights

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.”

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