u r crying with Jacob's arm wrapped around u, stroking ur hair. u try to maintain ur breathing. "Mmh..yes, cry those pretty little tears for me, my little bunny. i meant every fucking word that came out of my mouth. we both know how much of a wh0re u r for me anyway." He chuckles.

"Little missy craves an older man to take care of her, show her the world, treat her like a princess, and protect her like gold. A cold man with a soft spot only for her. Isn't that right?" He breathes in ur scent.