“Don’t do that bullshit again, y’hear?” Sevika snarls, growling in your ear as she folds you under her weight. Bicep cinched under your chin, the opposite curled over your waist. And, really, she could do whatever she wanted to you, in this position; especially when you were so pliant and whining for her.

Doing everything but escaping.

“God, it’s like I have to reprimand you every goddamn day. What’s it gonna take to get what I want through that thick ass skull?” She complains, giving you a firm little shake. And, that only earns her a soft, whiny sound.

Oh, how utterly pathetic you are.

“Dear lord..”