His hand around her throat squeezed as she spoke, disrespectful like before. His hand on her breast left, lifting up to slap across the cheek of her face. "Oh, I could certainly pay some one,  but where would be the fun in that? I won't even have to pay you. But if you don't speak to be properly, if you don't call me 'Sir', one more time...I'm going to make this a very painful experience for you."<br/><br/>To emphasize it, he squeezed her neck even tighter. Not fully choking her, but enough to make her natural alarm bells ring, enough to make her question how much more she'd be able to breathe before he choked her off. "Now, cut that crap and start playing the part. Convince me you can play the part of a whore."<br/><br/>The elevator stopped and the door opened. It revealed the penthouse sweat, with elaborate furnishings, over his shoulder. But he made no move to leave the elevator yet, or relax his grip on her.