Rex wasn't done playing with his food. The psychological destruction was nearly complete, but he wanted one final, devastating image, a tableau of absolute surrender that would haunt Leonidas's nightmares for eternity.
"Not quite enough exposure, pet," Rex growled. "I want you displayed..."
"I want every inch of your shame to be the only thing he sees."
With a brutal shove, Rex forced Helena to adjust her position. He grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging into her flushed, tender flesh, and forced her onto her hands and knees.
Then, he reached down and seized her hair, yanking her head back while simultaneously pressing down on her lower back. This forced her spine into a punishing arch, thrusting her ass upward until it was pointed directly at Leonidas's face.
"Kneel, Leonidas," Rex commanded, his voice carrying the weight of an absolute decree. "Come closer..."
"Don't turn away now, hahaha! You've watched her break; now you must witness her desecration up close!!!"
