“Remember Anna I have a gun “He presses it to the back of her head “Be good and don’t make me use it. Xxnx You’re going to tell me what a whore you are that needs to be fucked or I’m going to kill you Anna.” He grabs a fist full of her hair pulling on it painfully “You want to ask me something?”
At this point she knew he was going to do it whether she fought him or not, but she didn’t want him to kill her so with a part of her should breaking she begs him “F-fuck me”
“That not begging” He keeps a hold of her hair and slaps her with his other hand.
