"If you want money, I can give you," Lilith said, desperation lacing her voice. With no one coming to her rescue, she grasped at the only option left, negotiation.
Bran sneered. "Did I not make myself clear? I only want to be inside you. Now be a good girl, and it will be over before you know it." With that, he tore at her shirt again, this time ripping it clean off and leaving her in just her bra.
"No! Let me go!" She cried out, fear rising like bile in her throat. She writhed beneath him, but he had her pinned too tightly to move.
"I would enjoy sucking on those breasts," he growled, eyes gleaming with sick excitement. "Might even help you produce milk when I am done with them." He burst into a cruel laugh and trailed his gaze lower, then dropped his hand to her skirt. In one swift motion, he tore it off and tossed it aside, deepening her terror.
