Hearing Summer Thorne's words, Owen Pryce endured the searing pain and started cursing at her. "You fucking bitch, you worthless piece of trash..."
Summer Thorne squatted quietly in front of him, listening silently as he spewed every curse word he could think of. Only then did she give him a small smile.
"Tired of cursing?" Summer Thorne glanced at him, then stood and turned to the few other people in the room. "Did you get all that on video?"
"We got it."
Summer Thorne looked down at Owen Pryce, still lying on the floor. "So, how does it feel to be filmed?"
Owen Pryce had never been so humiliated in his life. He'd had too much to drink, and after that kick from Summer Thorne, he had no strength to fight back. All he could do was lie on the floor and continue screaming curses at the top of his lungs.
Summer Thorne didn't mind the insults at all, but after listening to so much profanity, she was starting to get a little impatient.
