Show no sympathy

"Don't whine at me, you little whore," you say coldly to the whimpering redhead. "You held me in there. Don't start snivelling now."

"I didn't! You **** yourself on me! I couldn't stop you!" she sobs brokenly. "What if I get pregnant? What have you done to me?"

"I fucked you on the floor like the slutty whore you are, and you loved it. You like to pretend you're resisting, don't you Meghan? Does that make it more exciting for you? Or is it so you can tell yourself you're a good girl and the bad man **** you?"

She looks up at you, her face stricken with grief and shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. You straighten your clothes as you look down at her, your face hard and merciless.

"And as for whining about getting knocked up, forget about it. You locked your legs around me and held me in. You wanted to be filled up with come. Either you lost control of yourself or you've got some stupid plan in mind to extort support from me. If that's the case you can get the idea out of your tiny little mind right now."

"I..I..I didn't mean...." she whimpers through her tears, looking up at your imploringly.

"You know what, I've changed my mind. You don't have eight days, you have eight minutes. You're fired. Get up and get your stuff and get out of here. I don't want to see you again."