It was time.

"No, you listen, because I'm only going to say this once, so make sure you hear me. You incessant need to harass everyone unfortunate to be around you, your pride, your insatiable sadism; abandon them. Now. Because you aren't going to be using them. Not anymore. Things are about to change. Now, oh boy, now, no one has to suffer under you and your attention-starved legion of soulless, revolting bags of meat. Now, I have power. We have power. All the people you've abused over the years, all the needless pain you've inflicted, we're coming back to bite you, full ****. I'm going to make sure that you never hurt anyone ever again."

He let go of her, giving her a push away and watched as she collapsed onto the floor. They both knew why she fell. Over the course of his tangent, Stacy had only gotten more and more turned on. In the beginning, she had tried to thrash around and smack his arm to make him let go, but in was only a matter of time before her useless writhing was replaced by needy squirming, and eventually by pleasured quivers. By the end, her arms were hanging idly at her side, eyes barely open and rolled upwards in pleasure, legs shaking as they stuggled to support her.

She couldn't pretend otherwise anymore; his firm grip, being unable to talk and defend herself, his aggressive tone, and especially the way he so fervently spoke of how her way of life was over. All of it nearly made her cum. No touching her dripping cunt, no rubbing her quickly-hardening nipples. Just a firm hand and angry words got her so unbelievably close to cumming.

The final straw was when she hit the ground. The careless way he dropped her and his disappointed expression as he watched her fall was too much for her. She had already hit her limit, only holding by a thread. If she wasn't so repulsed by the idea, she would've came halfway through the speech. But the impact pushed her well over the edge.

Everything past the exact moment she felt the floor stop her collapse went in a sort of slow-motion, like her body and mind were going through each millisecond individually, as though the usual flow of time wasn't enough to process it all. First, she registered that she hit the ground, which meant that Mack must've let go of her. She was thankful that there was a carpet to break her fall, though she soon realized that it did still hurt. Her body was too limp to stop herself entirely, but she was able to at least prevent her head from hitting the floor particularly hard. She felt the pain reach from her body reach her mind. She felt her eyes shut and face contort in recoil.

But then, somewhere in her mind, as the pain reached a little piece of her, something was sent back in return. She could feel the process, the pain being transformed into... something. She could hear muffled voices fade in to have an indiscernable conversation. She couldn't make out even a single syllable, but as the voices faded out, the little part of her mind finished it's work.

Her eyes snapped open in fear when she realized what it was sending back, what that something was.