The pretty girl in her vodka coat and blush looked like a perfectly served up victim below him. She listened to him, she always did. The thing with scared girls were that they always gave you all their attention. Even a swift shrug could make them wince. Culler was kept entertained by her because of her trained focus. She wasn't fighting, she was barely protesting anymore. How uprooted she looked when he underlined the reality of things for her. Hadn't that always been their relationship, that he could simply end her?<br/><br/>He was sure the same thought had been at the back of Emily's head. She had been more practical about all this than Talia. The first sister had thought too much about it, and let herself be destroyed by the consequence. Talia, without knowing it herself, was actually made for this kind of bond. Perhaps her life on the line made it better for her. Culler's mind went about that suggestion a few times, enjoying his power as always, until he'd given her his next request.<br/><br/>There was reluctance in her like before, but her fear, alone in her home, was more convincing than whatever pride or rebellion she had in herself as counterweight. Culler made himself comfortable and enjoyed when she methodically rummaged around the cardboard, and produced the likenesses of her dear, broken family. His cock remained a character between him and Talia as she propped them up on the table. He was as interested in the growing audience as he was in her pretty, wet lingerie.<br/><br/>He smiled to himself when he grabbed her arm, and pulled her low to one of the printed out images, pointing to a scene where there was some trees in the background, and her somewhat sullen looking sister, obviously after she'd come to know him, and Talia herself were embracing. "Tell me about this day. You two look close." he said with a slow tongue, his hand transferring from her arm to her back, where it rode her spine all the way to her ass, and squeezed one of the adorable cheeks.<br/><br/>And while she told her story, he made sure his other hand grabbed her wrist. She was bent over from his first pull, between him and the images, and that also left his cock within her reach. He had her stroke him as she told the story, his mouth resting on her shoulder. He was enjoying her on any given whim he had. The cock was still hot and pulsing for her, since he'd deliberately left it without release. He bit into her flesh and sighed in amusement, eager for her fond memories as she was doing debauched things for him.