He openly looked at and loudly complimented the sex slave, his fingers teasing the swollen clit of the woman from the reputed tribe. He made absolutely sure that Laila heard every single word of his praise for the very woman she had previously looked down upon and destroyed.
Hearing his dark, incredibly degrading praise directed solely at her, the sex slave trembled violently. A fresh wave of slick, highly aroused juices flooded out from her gaping hole, utterly thrilled to be acknowledged by the terrifying monster who owned her.
"Ahhhh... y-yes, master...!" the thick-boobed slave whimpered in pure, filthy joy.
But Laila completely broke. The sheer, devastating humiliation of being compared to her own former victim—and definitively losing in the eyes of their shared master—snapped the absolute last threads of her mental defense.
"Y-You bastard...!" Laila hissed, her voice a pathetic mix of furious indignation and absolute, heartbreaking submission.
