She looked at him through the curtain of hair that had splayed its self across her face, “Why…”
“Are you serious?!” his face broke into a sarcastic smile as he looked at the other man, and they laughed, “Because,” he said, looking angry again, his face an inch from hers, “Because you’re a vain piece of shit!”
His chest was heaving, she could tell he was worked up and by some miracle she still remained calm, “Why would you advertise yourselves as aspiring photographers needing models if you’re just going to kill me? XXX Then she looked over at the accomplice and found he’d stripped his pants and boxers and was now caressing himself. She’d always had a threesome fantasy with two men…two SPECIFIC men, neither of which were these. She gasped for breath, the pain in her face excruciating, “Thirty-two D!” she cried, her face contorting to accommodate the pain. He glanced at eye-level, finding her breasts were there and she felt his lips go around one of
