Nathalie's breath hitched as I slowly pulled my hand back from her throat, her body trembling with a mix of fear and resignation. "Hmmm..." I hummed, my voice low and amused, my eyes never leaving hers as I watched the way her chest rose and fell with each panicked breath.
Angela didn't waste a second. Her hand flashed out, slapping Nathalie's ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room. "Why don't you get to work?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.
"Don't you want to save your son?" She let out a cold, chuckling laugh, her fingers digging into Nathalie's hip. "Or should I say, your daughter?"
Nathalie's body jerked at the sting of the slap, her face flushing with humiliation and desperation. "Hmmm... I'll do it," she whispered, her voice trembling, tears dripping from her eyes as she turned to face me.
