She cries. Porn sex Is he fucking you for money? Or get up and leave. “Your boyfriend was happy to do it because he knew you couldn’t do it. But the tasks are getting harder, so you’d better give up now.”
I can see the horror on her face. “One minute,” I say and wait. Or get up and leave. Take your pick, but do it in a minute or leave. “One minute,” I say and wait. I could remind her of the time that so inevitably passes, but I relish the humiliation she has earned. I could remind her of the time that so inevitably passes, but I relish the humiliation she has earned. The smell should be stronger now, and I see her swallow before she approaches her soup. I let her. “You stink,” I say unnecessarily into the microphone. It takes a while before she feels able to take her hand away from her mouth and grin bizarrely into the air. “One minute,” I say and wait. Then I turn my attention back to my roll. “You’ve got three minutes to drink it up, then maybe I won’t send him your defeat.
