"...pigbutt, donkey brain and chicken poop."
Finally, after a torrent of insults that seemed endless, her breath came out in a long sigh. Her chest rose and fell as though she'd spent every ounce of energy pouring those degrading words into the air.
Then she leaned closer, lowering herself until the heavy weight of her breasts almost pressed against his face. Her icy voice dropped low, almost intimate in its cruelty.
"How about that, Mika?" She asked, her lips curling faintly. "Do you feel like dying right now? Do you feel like throwing yourself out the window after hearing me call you all those things?"
But Mika didn't flinch. He didn't shrink. Instead, his eyes stayed fixed, shamelessly, on the curves that dominated his vision.
A small, satisfied smile played on his lips as he said quietly, "No. Not at all."
His tone was relaxed, almost cheerful as he continued saying,
