<strong>Mordecai ~ visiting Emma</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't hate or love or torture.  Well possibly torture but definitely not love or hate. If someone had asked Mordecai, he would have simply replied because he wanted to fuck. Not a generic fuck. He didn't waste his energy on things like that.  A generic fuck was like masturbation and he only stroked his own cock for effect, usually shock or fear as he came towards the recipient of that cock.<br/><br/>Mordecai wanted to fuck Her. The her was his new property. He had walked from the house to the isolation chamber specifically for that purpose. He intended to do many things as he fuck her. All of those things done while she was very helpless and begging.<br/><br/>"Yes, bitch," he said quietly as the metal of his belt buckle hit the floor and his finger tips reached her sex.