A part of wanted to challenge Bison just so she could prove him wrong. To boldly claim that those poor women she didn't even know were weak of will, but she was much stronger. Forged by the cruelty of her mother and left to fend for herself since she was a child, she thought herself an unstoppable force. One capable of molding this world to her very will.

She had fell opponents bigger than her before. Taking someone of his size wasn't hard.

But she knew better then to act on such impulses. Those threats he made were not empty ones. Every thing he said, he could do a thousand times over and more. He could tear her apart piece by piece, until not scrap of herself remained. A fate far crueler than death.

She breathes in through clenched teeth, body arching toward his mouth as he bares down on her nipple with his teeth. "Master..." There's a considerable amount of sincerity to her tone this time around, his title spoken as an almost desperate plea. She thrusts against his knee, grinds her aching slit against that hard surface both in a bid to ask forgiveness, and some small bit of sexual relief.

She whimpers again when his fingers come into play. Twisting and tugging at her sensitive, harden bud. Flooding her senses with both intense pleasure and pain. The same potent mixture that saw her embarrassing herself that first time in his office. If she could just confess that she acted out in shame, she could put this torment to an end. And yet the only sound out of her pretty lips were more moans and soft cries.