He drags his hands over your back, testing, appraising, judging you like a piece of freshly cut meat.
He smiles, and your gut twists, and you fall to your knees without being told.
“Good boy.”
He drags his hands over your back, testing, appraising, judging you like a piece of freshly cut meat.
He smiles, and your gut twists, and you fall to your knees without being told.
“Good boy.”