She's upset
From Torg Adventure
Vanessa sits trembling beside you, quietly sobbing, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Did you fuck them to punish me?" she asks, her chin wobbling. "Were you jealous because I was dancing with Jason?"
"I fucked them because they were available and I wanted to fuck them. I fuck who I want, Vanessa. Jealousy doesn't enter the equation."
She tries to meet your gaze but drops her eyes, looking at her fingers twining together in her lap. She's biting her lip, trying to control herself.
"Don't I mean anything to you?" she whimpers softly.
"You're a lovely piece of ass, and a fine little cocksucker. You've said yourself that you've fallen in fuck with me, and it's because I'm the first cock you've had in your tight little quim."
"I'm just a piece of meat to you, a stupid little slut you can use and throw away. Is that it?"
"If you want to leave, leave. If you want a ride home, I'll give you a ride home. If you want it to end, it can end. If you want to come with me tonight and be tied up and fucked senseless, stay in the car. Take your choice, but let's have an end to the drama."
She glares at you with tearful anger and her hand fumbles with the handle, popping the door open. She looks at you, her lips trembling, obviously expecting you to say something. You lean against your door and meet her gaze, your face impassive, waiting for her to make the next move.
Does she leave? Or stay? Or attack you?
