He chuckled, not reacting to the woman's spit, still warm on his cheek and trickling just the teeniest bit.  He tossed her down the rest of the way to the ground quite hard after that, barely making out her words, ignoring her false bravado in any event.  She was down on her knees and facing the wrong direction to see Mordecai talk, so he dragged her back up to her feet, his fist tight once more caught up in her soft dark tresses, pulling and then keeping her face right next to his.<br/><br/>He leaned in close and didn't speak so much as growl, the sound quiet, but still quite clear enough that she would hear every word he said.  His focus was entirely on her. "So, first mistake already?  Such an eager little cunt. Well, lucky for you they call me the Reverend, so I'm gonna give you a chance to atone for that<strong>stupid</strong>" -- he simultaneously jerked her head hard by the roots in her scalp, and smacked her ass through that pretty little skirt with his other hand -- "<strong>move...</strong>" and he jerked her and swatted her again. "You're gonna clean up your mess, and then you're gonna pay me back --  and I hope you brought cash, bitch, or it's coming out of your tender hide, and you owe me a lot."  He could feel the glint in his eyes, his gaze like steel, feeling very hard as he restrained her. Very hard.  "But first, I think we have a little demonstration to watch." His smile grew wider as he turned her body around, forcing her to watch with him, resting her against him, letting her feel exactly how hard.