“Don’t you fucking move,” he snarls in my ear. “I’ve realized I have to show you what I want, what you want, through more than just words. So you’re going to stay here, on your stomach with your hips arched up like a bunny in heat. You know that’s what you look like, right?” he taunts, nipping at my ear. “You look like an animal just begging to have her pussy filled with cum. You look like you’re begging to be bred, and you got unlucky that I’m what found you.”
