You reject her, but she's persistent

You look at her with disdain, and see her eyes grow more wounded as she lowers her head in shame. You see teardrops fall on the concrete floor of the garage, and feel a grudging respect for her theatrical abilities. You turn, about to stride away when she takes a quick step forward and touches your arm.

"Please Mr. Carter...I know you don't trust me...that you hate me...but please sir..." she looks at you with eyes brimming with tears. "Would you hatefuck me? Use me like a rotten, lying, little bitch? Punish my horrid little body with your cock? You don't have to kiss me sir. Just **** me into your car and fuck me like a slut from the streets who isn't worth....worth your time...or your respect. And I'll never ask for anything again. I'll leave you alone sir. Please Mr. Carter, please hatefuck me."