creating a slave chapter 2

John waited for a few minutes before going in. He was the one who brought the slave here, he couldn´t remember her name, not that it mattered. Once he entered the room he was greeted by the sight of his new slave chained to a wall with excellent view of the dungeon. He could almost smell the fear coming of her and noticed a little anger in her eyes too. That was how he liked it the most, fear with resentment, all the better once she broke. Not if, when.
`what are you going to do to me?’ he heard. “make you mine”. He started inspecting the toys and tools on the wall, browsing for some interesting things, purposely taking his time to further terrify the girl on the wall. Once he was done, he hadn’t picked up anything. “I’m going to enjoy this” he said to himself. The girl looked so innocent, just like in the bar. He walked up to her and started zipping down the jumpsuit she wore.
‘what are you doing, stop that right now’ the girl yelled in his ear. John had no noticeable reaction to this and just went on with his fun. “no bra, a little adventurous I see”. ‘Stop it, now’. John started to softly massage the breasts. ‘Don’t touch me, stop that’. The girl had the decency to look embarrassed when her nipples became erect. He could see the disbelief in her eyes and the denial, but most of all, anger.
Quickly losing interest with the tits he looked down to her panties, it was nothing special, no thong or something just normal, boring, white panties. John reached down and rubbed her clit through the soft fabric.