Vulture's seed trickled down Regina's thigh, spreading a damp stain on the sheets while tears trickled down her cheeks. She started questioning herself if she had done something terribly wrong. A fear also crept inside that if she did not please him, he would throw her back to his men to rape her, he would withdraw his protection and his comfort.
But she also did not know what to do. So sliding off the bed, she crawled to Vulture leaving a trail of white liquid in the path, he had never asked her to act like a bitch, but he had given her that name, to please him. While on her limbs she clutched his towel with her mouth while looking into his eyes with her puppy eyes.
"I am sorry. I can do better, I promise. Please give me another chance." Her throat lodged with need and failure while his white liquid still leaked from her.
