Rodrigo

I frown as the door opens and as she walks in. She shouldn't have bothered bringing the apples again, time is already far spent, and I don't eat late dinner.

I like as she stands there with sweat running down her face as the fear consumes her. I continue reading the book I pick up on the library floor, its contents thrilling me. I smirk as she coughs trying to get my attention, her suffering enjoyable to me. I imagine her naked with a tray on her hands as her breasts gingles. Nothing ...