"There it is," he said, a maniacal gleam in his eye. "There's the disgust, the hatred, the fear," he snarled. He leaned down and began groping her again, roughly, a mad grin on his face. "Enjoying it so much, now?" he asked. "Still so eager for me to fuck you? I hope so, because I certainly am," he said, barking a cruel laugh. His fingers squeezed her breasts, harshly, before one hand slipped down between her legs, to begin fingering her, more for his own amusement than her pleasure.<br/><br/>And he was clearly enjoying himself, given his erection; it was long, and somewhat twisted, much like the rest of him, but was visibly standing at full attention.