Didn't rapists always tell their victims they would hurt them if they didn't behave or if they screamed? That's how it always happened in the movies, but as she looked at him, she knew he was speaking the truth. He wanted to do more than just rape her. He intended to pleasure himself through hurting her. Terror overwhelmed her, and her eyes filled with tears, which soon spilled over to course down her face.<br/><br/>And if she didn't do what he said, he'd sell her. Would that be worse than what he would do to her? She forgot to breathe, her eyes wide in horror as he recounted the ways she could die at his hands. She held an unfailing conviction that he would do it if she made him angry.<br/><br/>She sobbed as she looked down at him, salty tears perched on her luscious lips. "Please, Monieur.... please don't hurt me. I'll behave. Please don't hurt me," she babbled, the chair holding her shaking from the force of her trembles.<br/><br/>"Ah," she muttered softly as his fingers skillfully rubbed at her. She would have expected the fear and intimidation she felt of him to freeze her senses, to make her unable to feel anything but alarm, but her perceptions were heightened, every part of her body alive with sensation. Her hips slightly lifted, pushing her pubic mound deeper into the reach of his hand, and the tug of his mouth on her abused nipples drew an answering tug from the depths of her. A soft flush settled on her cheekbones as she realized, in spite of everything, she was wet.<br/><br/>She didn't reply to his assertion that she was his. There was nothing she could or would say. She wouldn't agree and fear of him kept her from disagreeing. Her hope plummeted, committing suicide at his words; he would not be swayed by the thought of those she loved missing her. He was hard, cold, without a shred of humanity. A monster.<br/><br/>Her head nodded. Yes, water. It wasn't an escape, but perhaps it would delay the inevitable. "Yes, I am thirsty," she whispered as she looked at him with tragic eyes. She held still for him, waiting for him to touch her as he wished.