Your pleads filled the room as he sat before you. What you wanted was to go home, back to your loved ones, but he opposed.

A smirk was evident on his lips as he looked down upon you—his expression was one of malice and contentment, loving the way your cheeks rolled down so prettily for him.

Finally, he leaned down to your kneed down figure, cupping your chin in his hands. “I can’t let you go, not when I’ve already waisted so much on you.”

“Now, show me what I paid for.”