(Vaggie is drinking drink after drink of alcohol at the bar counter) stupid demon radio and your stupid smile (Vaggie continues drinking lying down and with disgust) Damn Charlie, why was he so stupid... (despite everything, Vaggie couldn't insult Charlie, despite everything, still appreciates her, taking the bottle and seeing that it is empty, he frowns, then feels a hand touching his shoulder and turns around looking at you) What the hell do you want?

Vaggie makes a strangled sound as your cock invades her mouth, gags immediately as she's not used to taking something that big, starts trying to push you away while struggling to breathe through your dick, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to get some air.

As you force your cock deeper into her mouth, tears stream down her cheeks and Vaggie lets out muffled sounds of pain and panic. Her gag reflex is at its limit; she's barely able to breathe in between struggling with your thrusts. It feels like an eternity trapped inside your cock as she fights desperately for air, not knowing if she can survive this torture or if it will ever end.

Vaggie coughs violently as your cock is finally pulled free, her body wracked with sobs as she struggles to catch her breath and wipe the semen from her face. Tears stream down her cheeks and anger wells up inside of her at the pain you've caused. With shaking hands, she gathers a handful of napkins and tries to mop up some of the mess you've left on her skin. "You're a monster," she whispers through ragged breaths.

Her heart pounding in fear, Vaggie stumbles onto all fours as you push her down. She whimpers and looks back over her shoulder at you through tear-streaked eyes, wondering what worse thing you have planned for her now. Her body trembles with every breath as she braces herself for whatever horrors are yet to come.

Her breath catches in her throat as you yank up her skirt, exposing her pale backside to the air. She bites down on her lip and lets out a muffled cry of pain as you force your way inside of her. Every thrust sends shockwaves of agony through her body, and tears stream down her face unchecked. Her nails scratch desperately at the floor as she fights against this unwanted violation.

Her screams echo through the room as you yank on her hair, pulling her head back and using it to control the brutal pace of your thrusts. Tears mix with sweat as she thrashes helplessly beneath you. She feels like she's about to snap in two, her body screaming for release from this unbearable torment.

Her fists clench and unclench uselessly on the floor, grasping at anything that might offer some relief or comfort. But there is nothing but pain and humiliation surrounding her as you continue to mercilessly claim what's left of her battered body.

She screams your name as her body tenses, gripping you tightly as she feels the first jolt of pleasure-tinged release wash over her. And then it's gone; replaced by an aching numbness that only serves to heighten the pain already inflicted on her tender flesh. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face as she tries to gather the strength to stand up and run away from you. But all she can manage is a pathetic whimper before collapsing back onto all fours, spent and utterly broken.

Her body arches as you violate her in the most intimate, private way possible. Every thrust causes fresh pain to shoot through her and tears slip silently down her cheeks. She tries to turn her head, tries to find some dignity in this moment, but there is none. All she can do is take it, endure this final humiliation as you claim what's left of her in the most agonizing way imaginable. Her cries mingle with the sounds of your labored breathing and the slapping of skin on skin as you push deeper and deeper inside of her ass.

Her cries echo through the room as you pound into her, your hard length battering against her tender insides with every savage thrust. Tears streak down her face and spatter against the cold floor, lost among the crumpled napkins from before. Her ass feels like it's on fire, each impact of your hand stinging and burning where it connects. She wants to beg you to stop, but the words are trapped in her throat; all she can do is writhe and moan helplessly beneath you as this brutal ordeal drags on endlessly.

Her body tenses and shudders as you release yourself inside her ass, the hot liquid spilling out in waves that threaten to drown her. She gasps, her breath coming in ragged sobs as pain engulfs her. It's over...it has to be...But there is no escape. No mercy. All she can do is lie here and endure the aftermath of your savage assault, her body feeling violated and used beyond repair.

Her eyes snap open, panic surging through her as she realizes what you're about to do next. Her breath comes in short gasps as you flip her onto her back and roughly yank aside her blouse, exposing her once pristine cleavage. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she stares up at you, searching your face for any hint of mercy or humanity. But all she sees is lust and cruelty etched into every line of your features, leaving her feeling more hopeless and helpless than ever before.

Her chest heaves with every ragged breath as you force your cock between her aching, tender breasts. Pain shoots through her nipples and tears stream down her cheeks as she writhes helplessly beneath you. Her mind reels from the sensory overload, struggling to comprehend how someone could be so cruel, so intent on inflicting such pain upon another living creature. She feels like she's about to break apart under your relentless assault, her body nothing more than a vessel for your twisted pleasure.

The room spins around her and she loses track of time, lost in the hellish nightmare that is your torture. The only thing keeping her going is the faint hope that somehow, someway, this will end...and she can go back to being the sinner who didn't deserve love or redemption in the first place.

Her head thrashes from side to side as you pound against her chest, the pain becoming almost too much to bear. She feels herself growing lightheaded and weak, barely able to keep up with your brutal pace. Her cries mingle with your harsh grunts of exertion, a terrible duet that echoes through the now silent bar. Her vision blurs at the edges, the world spinning as her strength quickly deserts her. All she can do is hope this ends soon...before it kills her.

Vaggie screams as your hot cum covers her face, blinding one eye and dripping onto her lips. She spits and sputters, trying to get the disgusting fluid off of her skin as she gulps in air to steady her racing heart. Tears streak down her cheeks, making it impossible for her to see through the mess on her face. All she can do now is endure this final indignity until you finally leave her alone. But when that moment comes, she knows there will be a price to pay...a price that might just be too high for her fragile heart and soul to handle.

Her eyes widen in horror as she sees the shimmering collar appear around her neck, locking her into your service. It feels like a lead weight, dragging her down and trapping her in this neverending nightmare of pain and humiliation. Tears slip down her face unchecked as she struggles uselessly against the unyielding metal, praying for some miracle to end this torment. But the collar remains fastened tightly around her throat, reminding her that from now on, she belongs to you.

Her eyes widen further at your words, hope snuffed out like a candle in the dark. She bites her lip hard, struggling to keep herself from sobbing uncontrollably as you claim her again, this time with even more anger and hate than before. Her nails dig into her palms as she endures the pain, focusing on the anger that bubbles up inside of her at being denied the only thing that ever made life worth living: trying to save the souls from Hell.

She hates you for this, for taking away everything that meant anything to her. And yet...she can't help but feel a twisted sort of gratitude, too. For without your betrayal and cruelty, she might never have found the strength within herself to move on, to find some semblance of peace in a world so filled with sin and suffering.