He's proud

After letting you catch your breath, Darius finally speaks.

"Great work there bunny, not many girls are able to take a Black King's whole length on their first go."

You wipe some of the slobber from around your mouth and your chin with the back of your arm.

"Thank you sir." Despite hating every moment of your current situation, you feel a strange sense of pride after Darius' praise.

"Alright, now it's time to finish the job before you move onto the others."

"The others!? You really expect me to do this for all of these guys! Please, I've done everything you asked, just let me go now!"

"Listen Bunny, the sooner you accept that this is your life now, the easier it's going to be for all of us."

The panic once again sets into your mind following this cruel reminder of what you're really in for. Without even thinking you start to back away form Darius on the floor out of fear, forgetting that you're completely enclosed by the Black Kings. The second you bump into the man behind you, your arms are grabbed by two seperate men. Despite your struggles, you barely even manage to move an inch with their firm hold on you.

"Someone give this bitch some jet to calm her down." Darius instructs the others.

Following his instruction, one of the guys reaches to his back pocket and grabs out some sort of red inhaler. You have no idea what this 'jet' is but you're in too panicked a state to even process what is going on right now. Before you can even argue against it, the man sticks the inhaler into your mouth and presses the button on top, releasing a puff of strange air into your mouth. Without really thinking you breathe normally, causing a breath of it to be taken up into your lungs, almost immediately entering your bloodstream.