There’s a low growl in his chest before he lowers his mouth to my ear. “What happens when the hunter catches the prey, Billie?” With his other hand, he presses the cold bottle of whiskey against my wet pussy. A sharp whimper escapes me. “I-I don’t know…” “It plays with her. Tortures her.” He bites my neck sharply, making me cry in pain. I don’t miss the fact that the prey is a her. “And then it kills her.”
