“It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I need it,” Jessie thinks to herself.
She smirks at Donald as he attempts to act like he’s in control. “Stop being such a little bitch and try to fuck me!”
His eyes flame with a desperate urge. He was sent here to learn something that he couldn’t fully comprehend as of yet. He wraps his hand around Jessie’s throat and pulls her close when a familiar scent strikes his nose. Jessie grimaces through his weak grasps as a chuckle forms in her stomach.