Holly laid on the bed feeling terrified. His determined lustful stare, as he gripped her throat, made every hair on her body stand on end. What was he exactly going to do to her?
"Pl-please, you don't have to do this." She begged as she could feel the tears that she was beginning to shed. "I'll be good, I-I promise!"
"Yes, you will." He whispered seductively, as he began to breathe heavily. "You're so pretty when you cry."
He then slowly released her throat, as he gently stroked her cheeks, and he wiped away her tears. As he continued to stare into her eyes, he began to suck the tears off of his finger tips.
"Please don't hurt me." She begged.
"Shh.." he whispered. "No, no, no, I have no intention of hurting you. I just want a taste of your lips." With that he grabbed her wrists, a
