He'd raised his brow at the information about her economical choices. He supposed it was interesting, but Talia had already struck him as sensible and clever girl. Too bad her small decision to come and confront her sister's demon had put her in such a bad situation. To think her life would have been well on its way to happiness if she'd just not thought she could utter her opinion to a bad man. Knowing this gave him more power over her. As though he needed it. He had seen that she was in the process of obeying him, but he'd been nice to her all day. She was due for some struggles.<br/><br/>And struggle she did, almost drowned in his vodka. He grew impossibly harder when he watched his liquor mermaid flapping on the floor. Culler held on to the base of his cock, like it was some weapon he was threatening her with, while she got into her lingerie beneath him. It was thoroughly exciting to see her still try and carry out his will, even when she had limited space. He rewarded her with resting more of his weight on her stomach once she'd rid of her skirt as well. "You know," he said and crossed his arms on his knee as the boot pushed deeper into her abdomen. No doubt it would be hard breathing. "I could probably do whatever I want with you. Nobody would know." and there was more than sexual malice in his eyes then.<br/><br/>She might have to admit to herself that she didn't know this man, just that his morals were askew compared to what she'd been use to. The way he licked his lips and drank more of the waning bottle, he could very easily pass as a dapper assailant. Hadn't she been primed to be a cold body in her apartment, undressed and flavored with vodka? The thought had crossed his mind. She would make such beautiful faces when he choked her out and left her, her sister's curse finally fulfilled in her. It would be devastating to her family.<br/><br/>He looked around, still casually holding her down where she lay, and then he grinned when he considered the wealth of boxes. He eventually stepped off her, and located her couch, putting his bottle down on the floor. Culler gestured widely to bring her attention to her cardboard squares, containing her old life. "Find pictures of your sister." he said. "Or, why don't you just go ahead and find all the family portraits too." he spread his arms over the back of the touch, looking around, cock still out and waiting.<br/><br/>"And then placed them on this table, facing me." he nodded to the couch table before resting his boots there, long legs more than capable of reaching. Depending on her state of mind, she might be able to guess his intentions. He would have the memories of her family watch her while she pleased the man that had torn them all apart. He thought it was a kind request, since he wasn't going to invite them here personally. He wasn't sure she saw it that way.