She gasped. Froze.
The other girls went silent.
“I saw you,” he growled, his voice low and sharp like a blade against skin. “You saw her, right? You saw Isadora standing there while I was inside you. But you didn’t stop.”
“Master…”
“Shut the f**k up.”
He grabbed her chin. Yanked her face back toward his.
Fury in every inch of his stare.
“You kept moaning like a b***h while I f****d you. Loud. Proud. Performing. What were you trying to prove, huh?”
She whimpered.
“I..I didn’t mean..”
He slapped her again.
Harder.
“You think just because my c**k was in your p***y you earned the right to mock her? You think f*****g louder makes you important?”
His hand moved fast.
Snatched her throat.
Squeezed.
Not enough to choke…yet.
But enough to make her eyes go wide.
Her body go still.
