Angela struggled, turning her face away, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Damon laughed, looking over his shoulder at Antonio.

"Does it hurt to see me touch her? Does it bother you to watch her suffer?"

Antonio's eyes darted to the empty gun on the floor, then to Damon, who was too focused on tormenting Angela to notice.

Damon's hand slid under Angela's shirt, and his hands pulled down her purple lace thong.

Angela tightened her thighs to stop him, but it was useless.

"You seem to have gotten wet from my fingers, how long have you been without a man? Did you miss my touch? You get wet for me."...