Familiar

"What's going through your mind, beauty?" He asked, taking one step forward, his eyes still fixed in an unyielding stare with hers.

"I said don't move. Where the fuck are my things?"

"You seem to forget that you are in my space—" He began, but she interrupted, cutting in with a stern reply.

"And I would like nothing more than to leave this place. So, let's not make this any harder than it is. Answer my questions, give me back my things, and I will be on my way."

"You're such an amazon. Lucky for you, that is my kink."

"I don't give a fuck what your kink is, answer my questions and get me my fucking things, otherwise I'll have to do what's on my mind."

Why the heck is he being so persistent?!

"You were much more obedient and compliant when you were intoxicated."