The necromancer ignored her protests, using her as he saw fit. He barked a laugh at her last comment, though. "You're right... I'm<em>far</em>better than someone who sends off his personal<em>fuck-toy</em>just to get herself killed," he said, laughing cruelly, as he started to thrust, pounding into her with seemingly reckless abandon.<br/><br/>"I'm going to enjoy the look on his face, when my minions find him, drag him in here, and force him to watch as I defile you, again and again. Then I'll kill him, and if you're still around, I'll raise him, and make him fuck you," he taunted, cruelly, seemingly aroused at the thought of such wanton violence and malice, driving into her again and again, harder and faster.