Leader turned his head towards the young girl's tiny melons and sucked it, then licked the nipple and laughed, "you want me to leave these beauties and use your body instead of theirs." He then goes for another round.
The leader's words cut deep, implying that the young girls' untainted bodies were far more desirable than her own. He wanted her to grovel and beg, to succumb to desperation, before they would even consider her plea.
His twisted game was clear: he sought to break her spirit, to reduce her to a state of utter helplessness, before he would think about sparing the girls.
The leader's promise was a lie, a fleeting illusion. Without the worm, a monstrous tool that could enslave women forever, he had no intention of sparing them. The absence of the worm only meant one thing - a temporary reprieve from eternal bondage.
