Mei-ling stared him in the eyes as she lovingly rubbed the lube all over the head of the plastic cock. “There’s another option, of course.”
The thug stopped shouting and watched her like a baby mouse eyeing a hawk.
“The other option is that you answer this man’s questions… every single one of them… truthfully and honestly… and wewon’t make the video. I won’t touch you. Nothing will happen to you. But if youdon’t…”
She ran one finger sensually over the plastic shaft as she stared him in the eyes.
The message was clear.
The thug was trembling now –
But when Niccolo finished translating, the man snarled,“Non sono un topo.”
For the first time, Mei-ling looked over at Niccolo.
“‘I’m not a rat,’” he translated.
Mei-ling looked back at the thug…
And gave him a chilling smile.
“Then you’ll be my bitch.”
As Niccolo translated, she started walking around behind him.
Click.
Click.
Click.
“NO! FUCK YOU – NOOOO!” the thug screamed.
“Oh shit,” Massimo muttered.
“Oh, fuck, man,” Adriano whispered. “I don’t know if I can watch this.”
Mei-ling walked around behind theCamorra thug…
And positioned the tip of the dildo right between the guy’s ass cheeks.
“Last chance.”
“Ultima spiaggia,”Niccolo said, cringing as he said it.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING – ”
Mei-ling leaned forward the slightest bit.
The tip of the dildo touched gently between the guy’s ass cheeks –
“ALRIGHT, STOP!” the thug screamed in panic. “STOP, STOP, STOP!”
Niccolo held up a hand to Mei-ling, and she paused.
The thug broke down. Tears began rolling down his cheeks.
“Just… turn off the cameras… turn them off, and I’ll tell you everything,” he whispered. “Just… don’t do it… please…”
