Sharky regarded her silently for a long moment, his piercing gaze raking over her trembling form. Then, without a word, he reached down and gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him.
"You will learn your place," he said coldly. "And if you displease me..." He trailed off, his other hand gesturing towards the still-screaming Deimos.
Keres shuddered at the implied threat, nodding eagerly. "I understand, Master. I'll be obedient... I swear it."
Her hands trembled as she reached for Sharky's pants, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. She could feel his gaze burning into her, watching her every move with cold, unblinking intensity.
The knowledge that he held her life in his hands, that a single word from him could condemn her to the same fate as Deimos, filled her with a twisted mix of terror and exhilaration.
With a final tug, she managed to open his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock.
