Assert your authority.

"What are your names?" you snarl, trying to sound as ferocious as possible. Their only answer is to whimper and cower further away, each of them hugging at the other for comfort. You feel a hot spurt of rage inside you, angered by their silence and furious at the vandalism and the personal attack. You reach out and grab one of the girls by the ankle, pulling her towards you.

"I want your names! And I want them now!" you bark, pulling the girl half off he bed and pinning her down with one hand while reaching for the other. She gives a terrified squeak and evades your grasp, bouncing off the bed and streaking for the door. Letting the first girl go you whirl and reach the door at the same time the fugitive does, pushing her against it and holding her pressed against the wall with your body. You can hear her breath coming in whimpers, and feel her squirming, attempting to escape. Your cock hardens further in your pants as you rub against her.

Enraged, you hold her against the door by the back of her neck, your other hand pat searching her for a wallet. You find her cellphone in the back pocket of her shorts, but nothing else.

"You think this is funny? You think spray painting this garbage in my room is a joke?" you ask in a voice clogged with anger.

"No....we're sorry," a timid voice says behind you. You turn your head enough to see the girl on the bed looking at you with terrified eyes.

"Yes...very sorry...so sorry," the girl you're holding whimpers pathetically. She squirms, turning her head to look at you, her pretty face stained with tears.

"Your names," you growl. "I'm out of patience."

"Sally...Sally Mathewson," the girl you're holding admits.

"I'm Grace Mathewson..." the other says. "We're sisters. Please sir, we'll clean it up. We're so very sorry."