Tell Monica to turn back around

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You raise the knife level with her terrified eyes, but the smile never leaves yours. Having taken in lusty body, you lick your lips, relishing the authority you have over the poor girl.

"Hold your hands behind your head."

Her mouth trembles and she stutters in response. "Wha-what? But-"

Your eyes narrow and you take a quick step towards her. She shrinks backwards instinctively, but freezes as the pointed edge of your knife pricks itself under her chin.

"Now."

"Oh-okay! Just...just please don't hurt me." She bends her neck back, her eyes shut tightly as two watery lines crawl down her cheeks. On a whim, you reach out with your free hand, and she whimpers as you allow one of her tears to fall onto her finger. Still, she slowly removes her hands from her breasts and crotch, revealing her each dark areole. Not erect yet, but you can't blame her. And you delight as she lays her shaven vagina bare once more.

"Mmm..." You place your outstretched finger into your mouth and enjoy the taste of her tears as her fingers interlock behind her head. She's yours, and she knows it.

Smiling at her misery, you twirl the knife under her chin. Breathless with excitement, you say, "Turn around, babe."

This time she doesn't give you any backtalk. You tilt your head back as she rotates in order to lightly avoid her extended elbows, and she silently sobs as she anticipates your next action. You take in the sight of her delicious and full rear end and her tantalizing backside yourself. She looks more toned than her reflection made her seem, and you enjoy the sight of a woman who knows how to take care of herself. And you enjoy breaking those women even more.

You step towards her, and hear her breath shorten. The fear she exudes is stimulating, and you feel the wetness between your legs more acutely. You're going to savor this.

You wrap your arms under hers, and she winces as you press the back of the blade under her throat while your free hand grips the underside of her chin. Playfully, you lean in and position your lips next to her right ear.

"Monica..." You let the last syllable elongate into her ear. "Do you know what happens next, sweetie?"

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