"Logan," Luke began, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "I was wondering if you've ever actually used this whore properly before. Probably, huh? Well, let me give you a little heads-up." His grin stretched wider, nearly splitting his face in two.
"You know, this bitch right here actually cheats on you…"
"No, she can't! I trust her! She can't!" Logan roared, struggling against the spell that bound him tighter with every movement.
"Really? You think I'm lying?" Luke's grin grew even sharper. "Ask her. Ask her if she didn't make sandwiches for my friend and promise to buy him whatever he wanted—just for one fuck. Hell, she even begged for just the cap of his dick. You know who does that? A filthy, desperate whore."
"Nooooo!!!" Logan bellowed, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face.
'He hasn't even seen the worst of it yet,* Luke mused to himself.'
