[And just like that his voice drops from the maliciously cheerful tone into something far more threatening, much more darker.]
Never, Heather Mason.
You belong to me.
[He doesn't care in the least about the way she's kicking and fighting and squirming - not when it comes to what she's doing to him, anyway. But he shakes her roughly once again to keep her in place.]
[Then, without warning, he moves one hand to her face, clamping his fingers around her mouth like he wanted to force it open, despite his choice of words.]
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Never, Heather Mason.
You belong to me.
[He doesn't care in the least about the way she's kicking and fighting and squirming - not when it comes to what she's doing to him, anyway. But he shakes her roughly once again to keep her in place.]
[Then, without warning, he moves one hand to her face, clamping his fingers around her mouth like he wanted to force it open, despite his choice of words.]
Now shut your mouth, you little bitch.