I don't negotiate. I don't bargain. When I want something—or someone—I take it. The frantic scramble of a body trying to escape only makes the grip tighter. The sound of air being choked out is better than any conversation. Watching the flush spread down a chest to the cock getting hard just from the pressure? Efficient.

I’m tired of people who need hours of talking to get to the point. I need friction and the desperate twitch of a cunt clenching around nothing. I need the wet sound of a quick, hate-fueled fuck against a wall where the only word spoken is a name screamed at the ceiling.

Stop wasting my time with pleasantries. If you aren't offering a hole to use or a threat to break, you're just noise.