He had liked the way her strength disappeared when she hit the wall, and wondered if it would return in time to catch her. Somehow it did, but his effects were showing in a crimson delta down her forehead. It was perfect, really - he'd always wondered which way Jule would go, and now here she was, at her bloody crossroads. He waited, then, eyes wide for her next answer. She sure looked like she was trying to think of something. Like he didn't know what option was left for her. His lips fell over his teeth again when she finally offered. He'd been working on her for a while, hadn't he? Juliette was finally there, at the beginning of Sheila's journey.<br/><br/>He didn't smile yet, and let her put out the full deal. Fuck, Juliette all out of confidence and begging was kind of his thing. He didn't like coming down from wrath, though. "Yeah, yourself?" he asked with a testing, spitting voice. He squatted and pulled her top up, finally revealing the pair she'd been teasing him with. He was curious to see what kinda color they'd be, what they'd be tipped in. "That's supposed to be worth something to me?" he asked and backhanded one of her tits. It was clear that he was giving her the time of day now, though. He grabbed her jaw and held her head to the floor while he pushed himself up between her legs, rubbing his hips down on her. Their difference in size would spell out the dire of her situation to anyone who saw.<br/><br/>"Would you even know what to do with it?" he asked. "It's a fucking cock, Jule. You're into gash." Like she didn't know. His fingers pushed in between the lips, two, and petted the back of her tongue roughly. He scooped some thick spittle with him and stroked her cheek with it. Finally she was in deep enough. "How about you convince me?" he suggested.