“I’m going to punish you for this, Hannah,” I said coldly expecting fear to blossom in her eyes.
“Are you, David?” she said mildly.
“Yes, and then you are going away for a long long time.”
“I am? Where?”
“Jail of course,” I said. “You can’t do what you’ve done to someone and not expect to be prosecuted for it.”
“I see,” she giggled. “So how are you going to punish me?”
I thought about that but the only thing that came to mind was that I was close to a wonderfully smelling woman and I hadn’t had any s*x in a year.
“First I’m going to f**k you, which may or may not be punishment, but I need it, and then I’m going to put you in that cage for a week or so before I call the cops,” I said.
Her friend, who had been standing dumbfounded, stepped over to the bed.
“Hannah, do you need help?
