Angry

"I'm going to make you pay for fighting me," my voice rasps in your ear. "I'd have been content with you fingering your slutty cunt, but now you've angered me."

"Call your boss. Tell him you want to fuck him. Tell him to bring two friends. Tell him you want all your slutty holes filled at once."

"Do it now, or I'll make you sorry you didn't." My voice is cold, unrelenting, commanding.