"She should be sorry."

"She should be sorry," you snap angrily. "She thinks she can walk away scot free after throwing **** accusations at me? This little bitch here could ruin lives if she keeps up like this. Throwing around **** accusations... she's going to get herself or others in trouble before long. She should be taught a lesson she can't forget."

You grin sadistically, taking in the pleasure of looking at Jess's kneeling figure. You know that within an hour you'll have Jess kneeling and begging for your cock.

"You want her, don't you?" Erin grins sadistically as she walks over to Jess and kicks her towards you.

"Argh!" Jess yelps at the sudden kick aimed at her as she rolls to your feet. She covers her face quickly as she sees your towering figure over her. She starts sobbing uncontrollably. She knows that this is going to be ****, no doubt about it.

"This cunt ought to pay. Take it all out on her, I'll make sure nobody believes a word this bitch says," Erin grins. She takes a seat and slides her hand down her pants. She runs her fingers down to her pussy and starts playing with it. "You can do whatever you want with this one, just get it all out on her in one go, understand?"

You nod understandingly. In front of you, you see Jess, balled up in the fetal position, the sobbing sounds audible. Her long red hair is loose from her ponytail now and her creamy, freckled arms cradle her lean, svelte body protectively. The girl's sugar white knees have now turned into a reddish-brown hue, with scratch marks visible due to lying on the ground for too long. You can only but imagine the pain she'll be gone through by the time Erin is done with her. You can't help but notice the jiggle in her breast' as she sobs. You take a moment to reevaluate your life choices as you reflect to where your mind drifted off to.

A sudden burst of laughter stops your thoughts. You looked towards Erin, who is as confused as you are. The Source of the laugh isn't Erin. Instead, it's the balled up 18-year-old redhead lying in front of you.

Jess?

"What the fuck?" you're startled.

"Jezebel?" Erin inquires, though now, a bit amused by the laugh.