There is nothing you can do to change the situation you have found yourself in. You can beg, offer money, threaten, or try to explain, it doesn’t matter. It is just white noise to me. You go right ahead and get mad it doesn’t bother me, you mean nothing to me, I have a job to do and that is that. Looking down at you splayed out on the metal table makes me smile. This is my moment, this is where I shine. I love my work. It makes me a happy girl.
I rake my nails down your chest, pushing harder as I get to your stomach. I can see your body trying to retreat from the pain but it can’t. You are very secure. You aren’t going anywhere my friend. You keep asking me what I am going to do to you, I can hear the fear start to make itself known in the tone of your voice. That little quiver, those beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead. Of course I am not going to tell you, what fun would that be?
I light a cigarette and stand there acting like I am trying to decide what to do, but I already know exactly what is going to happen. I think it unnerves you that I do not speak, not at all. I like it that way, I have no desire to speak to you, you aren’t worth the effort of forming words. I snuff out my cigarette on the tip of your cock, you scream, and the fun begins.