Fuck This!

"Listen! You let me go, right now! I'll kill you!"

You're screaming and barking away at him yet he's holding you perfectly still. He's even laughing to himself as you try and fight back.

"Somebody needs to learn her manners. Actually, no. Some bitch. You see if you bark like a dog, slobber like a dog, and try to bite me like a dog, well that just makes you a bitch. Not even a somebody. Understand?"

You throw yourself back at him in an attempt to fight, yet he holds you down. With a sigh he heaved you off the ground by your waist and throws you over the hood of the cab. One heavy hand pressing into the small of your back so you can't get up. You hear him grunt a bit and dig around through the open door, feeling for something. Glancing through the windshield you see him pull out a length of braided leather, like one of the cheesy belts dads wear with running shoes and jeans.

He lets the length of leather fall across your bare ass cheeks and leans into your ear. His hot breath horrifying, stomach turning, and humiliating as it arouses your tender bits once again.

"Be a good bitch or this will only get worse."