[Please read it with your own cautions for this chapter bears scenes of rape and torture that may shake the heart of some readers]
He wasn't.
He stood over her for a long moment, watching her shake, listening to the broken little sounds she still couldn't stop making. Then he reached down, grabbed her by the hair again, and dragged her upright until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her head was forced back, tears streaming down her face.
"Open," he ordered.
When she hesitated, he slapped her cheek hard enough to make her cry out, then forced two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. She gagged, moaned around them, saliva already dripping down her chin.
"That's it. Good girl. Moan for me while I use this pretty mouth too."
