Mr. Gavin reassures you

Mr. Gavin smiles at you, his face transforming into something kindly and grandfatherly.

"Oh, poor muffin!" he says gently, reaching out to wipe the tears from your cheeks with his fingers. "There's no need for all these tears. Of course we won't hurt you. We wouldn't dream of hurting a pretty little thing like you."

You sniffle, controlling your weeping, putting a watery smile on your face at his reassuring words. "I got scared...Mr. Chand...my Master talked about throwing me in the alley...and you talked about giving me to some prince...who sounds very cruel...it scared me..."

"There now, dry those tears," he says kindly. "You're splashing all over those lovely tits. I said we wouldn't hurt you and I meant it. Isn't that right John?" he asks your Master.

"Absolutely. We wouldn't think of hurting her."

You give a sigh of relief that makes your ripe breasts shudder, and smile thankfully at the two men.

A smile that is wiped off your face as Mr. Gavin slaps you and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your face close to his as you squeak in alarm.

"We won't hurt you, but you'll either be the flavour of the day for every hobo in the alley, or Prince Bakir will use every hole in your worthless carcass before he gives you to his men, or throws you to sharks. Either way, WE won't hurt you. Now get over there on the couch and behave, while the men talk!"

He slaps you again, pushing you away and making you stumble, staggering to the couch and falling on it in despair, surrendering to hopeless fear and grief as sobs ravage your body.