"Cum."
The word left her lips as casually as if she were commenting on the goddamn weather.
Chen's eyes nearly popped out of his gaunt, sleep-deprived skull.
"What?!"
Nadia turned to him slowly, deliberately, her lips curling into something between a sneer and a smirk.
"I said cum, Chen. You know what cum is, right? Sperm. Jizz. Man-juice. Cock-cream." She gestured to her chin and lips, both glistening obscenely. "That's what's on my face. Because I just had a fat dick in my mouth."
She let that marinate. Let it sink into his frail, malnourished little brain.
Artis nearly choked on his own spit.
Chen, meanwhile, stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck carrying a shipment of dildos.
His lips opened and closed, but no sound came out—just pathetic, strangled wheezes of disbelief.
