He was relishing this, glorying in her reactions. His cock finally withdrew from her throat, a bit of blood and semen oozing out of the hole. His hips slipped up so that his sex could rest right against her cheek. He reached down with one hand while the other continued to work the fist back and forth awkwardly inside of her body, thrusting it up and into her. Her comment made him laugh even as he left it in place and reached down, thumb and finger pressing to her cheekbone, and then to her eyebrow, pulling the lashes back a little while the tip neared her eye... predictably. She didn't need both to see, after all.

"Or leave it open to shock one of your pretty little friends. Convince them to try and take me on... so they can join you," he teased, as he'd done often. "Perhaps we could take a tape of your latest hours, send it before you die... see if one of them would try to rescue you, hopeless as it might be. Would you enjoy seeing them share your fate before I end your life?"

And with a grip, he pinned his fingers around the length and guided it in, thrusting savagely against sensitive, volatile and tender flesh, flesh never meant to be treated this way. Hopefully her left eye wasn't her dominant one.