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The battery charge and her time in juvie was not at all funny, but that was still more funny than the immediate ‘compensation’ taken from Rin by her ‘victim’.
“Dammit, hold still, little bitch!” Manhandled into his car as a substitute sacrifice to the god of domination, Rin is made to relieve the amber eyed man of his distress while blood continues to slide past his nose, her head gripped tight and pressed to his crotch, his powerful legs crushing her chest in a flesh and bone vice no different to a constrictor. Still, she fights, draining the remainder of her strength frighteningly fast now that he has the upper hand.
“If you don't open your mouth and play nice, I'm going to strangle you and leave you naked in a ditch. Do you want that, my little vixen? You realise no one will look into it?” To illustrate he leaves one hand in her hair, latching the other onto her throat, fingers digging into her windpipe. Outside the blacked out windows stand cops. Keeping guard.
When Rin begins a spiral into a faint, she complies, allowing him to brutally impale her throat.
Hands play with her hair. “Good girl.”