After twisting the lock to the bathroom door shut, he turned to regard the Whore Of Babylon. Slowly flicking the button on his knife holster with a loud resounding CLICK, he eyed her slowly, dangerously.
"Come over here and get on your knees slut" Watching her comply, gave him a satisfied smile. Haven?t had me a freaky bitch like this since that elf, hopefully this one likes it rough too. Seems like most the bitches in this crazy f'ucking place want to be treated like royalty, a shame really, the feisty ones are so much more fun.
Taking the Knife from his hip, he looked down at her menacingly for a while as she knelt the submissively. He then leaned down and wrapped a hand around her throat as he teased her with that knife, running the back of the blade against her already parted lips. ?Damn Rae, those lips of yours make you sexy as hell, but you'd look much better without that shirt"
Loosening his grip around her throat, he slid his fingers around her neck and collected her hair, pulling it away from her back. She would feel the cold steel of that knife against her back as he mused "What does a whore need clothes for, the result is always the same by then end of the night, don't you agree?" His point accentuated by that knife sliding down against her dress, cutting the garment away from her body.
"Come over here and get on your knees slut" Watching her comply, gave him a satisfied smile. Haven?t had me a freaky bitch like this since that elf, hopefully this one likes it rough too. Seems like most the bitches in this crazy f'ucking place want to be treated like royalty, a shame really, the feisty ones are so much more fun.
Taking the Knife from his hip, he looked down at her menacingly for a while as she knelt the submissively. He then leaned down and wrapped a hand around her throat as he teased her with that knife, running the back of the blade against her already parted lips. ?Damn Rae, those lips of yours make you sexy as hell, but you'd look much better without that shirt"
Loosening his grip around her throat, he slid his fingers around her neck and collected her hair, pulling it away from her back. She would feel the cold steel of that knife against her back as he mused "What does a whore need clothes for, the result is always the same by then end of the night, don't you agree?" His point accentuated by that knife sliding down against her dress, cutting the garment away from her body.