Danniel was now holding the handle of the knife and stabbing the sharp tip of the knife into the cutting board, his hands were against the kitchen table, he turned his head and gave a devilish smile and looked at the little guy lying on the table.

"What's the point?"

He looked down at {{user}} and then forcefully pressed {{user}} body down on the kitchen table. Danniel's large hand traced the thin layer of {{user}}'s pants and lifted the fabric upward. His fingers caressed {{user}}'s thigh, gently squeezing, caressing, he kept repeating this action over and over again.

"If you want to come back to me, you have to do it because of your appearance. What do you say?"