Seabrook. Now he knew that there was something not adding up with the girl. She wasn't trying to be smart either. There was no tone to her voice asking to be slapped or dragged by her hair just for a moment of satisfaction. No. This was her trying to remember or add up pieces in that drug addled mind that Lucian only hoped would be clean after a couple of days of isolation. Either it worked and her truer colors were showing or the opposite. Her drug induced trips were starting to meld with her reality. But drug induced trips that taught someone history...That was unlikely.<br/><br/>Lucian leaned in closer and began to bite down on her ear. His hand moved from her thigh and began to trail up along the curve of her thigh after making sure to remind her that he knew how turned on she was. But he wanted to distract her while his hand moved back into position. So he whispered "I know you are pre-war" before his hand slapped down over her wet cunt.<br/><br/>The loud slap of his fingers making contact with soaking wet cunt was audible but it did not stop at one slap. His hand on her neck tightened and turned her head up so she was unable to look at anything but the ceiling as the second...third...fourth....then fifth slap made contact with her needy pussy. His hard cock pressing against his cargo pants and up between her round ass as he took enjoyment in giving the woman her fair share of pain while forcing her to feel pleasure in his torture.