After ensuring her shoes hadn't been harmed in any way, Pam watched the cowering man from the corner of her eye.
A week ago he'd been a swaggering jock, full of his own bravado. Now he was grovelling at her feet in fearful lust.
She'd lost interest in him the moment she'd broken his will, not that he'd offered much resistance, but it was the game that mattered.
trueblood100 — challenge #12: break/broken