The sounds of her holding her breath, or rather the lack thereof, intrigued him. Why was the little one holding her breath? Why did she not want to have the life giving air whoosh into her lungs?<br/><br/>"Ah, but you do, you do my little one. You are my property. You were captured. Brought here. They sold you to me to do whatever that I wish with you.  Keep you… kill you… sell you… I have not made up my mind yet, but don't worry, either way there will be much pain and so much pleasure. You will see."  He patted the top of the bag, essentially patting her head.<br/><br/>He did not understand why he shouldn’t call her Miss Piggy but he did know that he didn't like her tone of voice.  "Poor little piggy. Oink. Oink.  American piggy has a big mouth.  I'll take care of that when I put my big cock in it."  He chuckled and stroked the bag softly.  "Little Miss American Piggy.  I do not like Americans, but I do like you. You are strong. Passionate. Angry.  We'll see how good you put that mouth to work later, won't we."  He chuckled again and moved around her.<br/><br/>The sounds that came from her, whether she tried to stifle them or not, made his cock rock hard in his pants.  He leaned very close to her, pressing his erection against her shoulder and her neck, letting her feel what she did to him.<br/><br/>He pulled the bag from her face, seeing the mess that her hair had become.  Her beautiful face streaked with tears and…the blood on her lips.  "Cherie, there is no reason for you to destroy yourself. That is my job."  As he looked into her eyes, an ache filled his body. No. He would not be able to kill this one.  Such beauty was hard to come by and it would be a waste to rid the world of her magnificence.<br/><br/>No. Instead… he would make her his. Make her his slave.  In time… he would even bring her home to be with him, even if his wife did not approve.  "You… are more beautiful than your picture, Cherie. Much more exquisite. The photo did not do you justice."  His big hand reached for her cheek, trailing his fingers across it.   Well, his plans could be derailed if the bitch didn't cooperate.  He would have to see how she acted.  He dropped to his knees and salved her nipples with his tongue, running soft fingers over her aching breasts as he teased her nubs gently, a kindness that contrasted with his rougher, more abusive touch.<br/>