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snoggedTitle: Taming Her Heart (4/7)
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy’s soul?
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, mindfuckery, angst, dark, heterosexual sex, anal, toys, character death, force, and biting.
Spoilers: Set during the episode “The Wish” from BtVS Season 3.
Feedback: Yes, please.
A/N: many thanks to team beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen.
This chapter is dedicated tobloody_vir. Hope you have a stellar birthday, hun!!
Angelus descended the staircase, bruising each stair with his step. His tongue darted out to lick up the few droplets of blood that still clung to his chin. Fred had truly been a delectable treat. He regretted the fact that he had not spent more time torturing her. Her pussy had been so tight and unyielding around his fingers that he could only imagine what it would have been like to shove his dick inside of her. She probably would have tried tearing it off with her cunt lips. Oddly enough, it wouldn’t be the first time that someone had tried to do that. Spike had tried to accomplish it with his arsehole a few times but that behavior had come to a screeching halt after some wicked paddlings.
He could feel the tension in the air and a smirk curled the corners of his lips. His little cunt was pissed and horny as hell. One of his favorite combinations. He bet that she would be quick to get down on her knees and beg for his cock. In the end, that’s what they all wanted.
She was pacing the cage, her muscles rippling underneath her tender flesh like a tigress ready to pounce on its next hunk of meat.
“So, baby, did you miss me?” Angelus asked.
He leaned up against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes twinkled with amusement and he wondered how easily she would break. He hoped that she would prove to be a challenge. He had seen her work before, his body still had the scars to prove it, but he wondered if she would let that go now that the rules had changed on her.
Willow growled low in her throat and her eyes burned with white-hot intensity.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
He cocked his head to the side and sniffed the air, frowning in disappointment.
“Couldn’t wait for me to get back, my little slut? Had to go and finger fuck yourself? Did you imagine it was me thrusting inside of you, tearing you up like a fine piece of tissue paper? It’s okay, babe, you don’t need to be embarrassed about it.”
Willow flashed him a sultry smile and Angelus swore he saw lust creeping into her eyes. He felt confident that in minutes she would be pleading with him to stuff his cock inside of her till she popped like a cherry-red balloon.
“How ‘bout you come in here and I’ll show you how much I missed you, Puppy?”
Her bottom lip pushed forward and Angelus chuckled. She looked damn cute when she pouted.
Angelus tapped his finger against his chin and turned his gaze toward the side wall where the toys were. There was certainly a plethora to choose from that would make any self-respecting Puritan blush twelve shades of crimson.
He moved closer to the wall, knowing that Willow’s eyes were still locked on him. She was anticipating his next move, tracking each moment, and logging it into her brain. He was interested in unlocking all those dirty, little secrets she had trapped inside, but there would be time for that later.
He picked up a bright red butt plug and rubbed the pad of his thumb across the tip. About a month ago, she had used a similar one on him for a whole week, only his had been much bigger around the base and she hadn’t even bothered to spit on it before she had ruthlessly shoved into his wrinkled hole. He imagined forcing the plug into her pulsing sphincter and not letting her remove it unless she was being fucked by him.
He set the plug to the side and moved his fingers across the wall. There was a large, metal hook on the wall with a rounded ball on the end. He remembered what that was used for and his ass instinctively hurt from the thought of it. As the souled moron, he had been forced to stand on tip-toe in the corner of the cage with the round end inside his hole and the other end attached to a piece of rope that dangled from the ceiling. She had tied his hands behind his back and jacked him till he almost climaxed before she clamped a cock and ball harness over his aching family jewels and refused to let him cum.
It was a wonder that he had ever been freed from that prison. He had to admit that Angel must be a fucking masochist in order to have loved a bitch like Willow. But the love crap was a thing of the past. Angel had gotten his moment of happiness and now Angelus was about to get his.
He grabbed the short-handled riding crop off the wall and smacked the wide, leather end against his palm. It made a lovely sounding snap and he pivoted to look at Willow. She seemed chagrined by his choice of weapon and rolled her eyes. It was almost as if she thought she could have picked something better.
But the crop was a classic and a personal favorite. He had bruised and reddened many a bottom over the years. He even had Dru convinced she was a pony once. That had been fun. He had gotten her a black leather saddle and a nice bit and she bucked and whinnied like a mare in heat. She had made an excellent pony girl until he had gotten bored with the game. It was unfortunate that shortly after that, Darla had brought him that damn Romani Gypsy that had ruined everything. Perhaps he and Willow would play that game. Or, since she liked puppies so damn much, he would buy her a nice, crystal bowl with ‘cunt’ engraved on it. He would love to see that pretty, pink tongue lapping up any number of liquids from her pretty, new bowl. Blood, semen, piss. Hell, even gasoline or something else so nasty that it would normally kill a human being. But, she was undead so the possibilities were truly endless…with the exception of holy water of course.
He removed his pants and his freed cock stood proudly, pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room.
He grabbed the key ring, which had been discarded with his jeans, and stuck it into the lock. The locked clicked as the inner mechanism bounced off the metal teeth. The clasp opened and Angelus gingerly stepped inside.
Willow lunged for him the second he walked in the door. Her leg wrapped around his and she sent them both tumbling to the ground. The crop dropped to the ground and Angelus was willing to ignore this slight problem for the time being.
Willow shoved her right thigh in between his legs and pressed the other tight against his outer thigh. Her eyes glowed in triumph as he lay still beneath her. “Puppy will learn that disobedience will not be tolerated. With or without the soul.”
Angelus winked at her, clearly enjoying himself. “If I knew you wanted this so badly I would have saved you the trouble of mounting me like a bitch in heat, babe. But since we are in this predicament, how about I stuff you?”
Willow backhanded him with unexpected force. Angelus’s head snapped sideways and he chuckled.
“Now, Willow, that’s not a nice way to play.”
Willow growled and her features shifted. Sharp canines descended from her upper lip and her eyes darkened. She got to her feet and Angelus watched her with interest. He would let her feel like she had the upper hand for now. Lull her into a false state of power and then yank it away from her like a tablecloth. But instead of leaving a perfect set of dinnerware, he wanted to make sure the glass shattered and pierced the skin like a million razors.
She picked up the crop and smacked it against her thigh. “Roll over and spread your legs.”
Angelus arched in eyebrow in curiosity. He considered saying something snappy but he opted to bite his tongue and do what she wanted.
He rolled over and arched his hips upwards so his dick wouldn’t be crunched into the floor.
Willow smiled and cracked the crop against her thigh again. She moaned in delight at the little burst of white-hot pain and Angelus felt his dick throb.
He shifted slightly on his elbows and craned his head towards her.
“Are you just going to make me lie here or are you going to make me beg like the bad puppy I am?” His tone was rife with sarcasm and Willow frowned. Angelus guessed that she hadn’t quite caught on to his new game. She would soon understand that she was still playing by his rules.
The crop came down on his ass and Angelus grunted.
“Come on, cunt! I deserve better than that!”
He wanted to see how far he could push her, needed to know where her special buttons were.
The crop sliced through the air and contacted with his ass again, leaving a bright red mark in its wake.
Willow slid the crop between his ass cheeks and he bucked his hips as friction between leather and skin burned deep in his core.
The tip pushed against the bottom of his dick, sliding back and forth like an eager tongue.
She pulled the crop away and Angelus grunted in annoyance. She brought it down on his pale flesh several more times before leaving his ass quivering in the empty air.
He watched her bring the crop’s handle to her pussy, moving it between her pink folds. He saw it slide into her slick hole and she pumped it inside of her, rocking her hips and thrusting her breasts out. A draft from upstairs swirled around her nipples, making them pointy and pebble hard.
“Willow,” Angelus whispered, his brain feeling fuzzy with lust.
She was truly a perfect match for him. Her wickedness was only surpassed by her beauty. If things were different she would rule at his side, but he had never been one for partners. They always looked better at his feet than they did sitting next to him.
Willow pulled out the crop and crouched beside him. She pressed the end of the handle against his puckered anus and gently pushed it in, allowing him the chance to adjust to the intrusion.
“Are you thinking about me, Puppy? Want me to make that pesky problem of yours go away?
She reached between his legs and cupped his balls, squeezing them until they felt like they were going to pop like grapes.
“Yes,” Angelus hissed, trying to jerk off against her hand.
Willow gave the crop a good shove and Angelus felt it sink deeper into his bowels.
“Roll over,” Willow hissed. “And show me your true face.”
Angelus let his brow crease and his fangs drop. In this new position, he could easily take her. He could grab her by the neck and slam her pretty face into the cement floor. He would pound into her ass as if she were a $2 dollar whore and then whip her red with the damn crop until tears streamed down her face.
Willow smirked and straddled his waist, letting the tip of his dick slip inside her. In seconds, she was bouncing up and down like he was a fucking pogo stick. She really was a horny, little slut.
Her pelvic bone smacked against his at rapid speed as she pulled and stretched her breasts to lengths that Angelus had always imagined would be impossible.
“Do you fuck that albino like this?” Angelus asked. “Do you take his wrinkled, old cock inside your pussy? Does he make you call him Daddy? Do you have to tell him about all those nasty, old boys you’ve been messing around with?”
Willow’s cheeks burned as she continued bouncing. Angelus sneered. So it was true. This pretty, little pet knew exactly how to please a Master. In time, she would do the same for him. She would be daddy’s little cunt princess. And she would tell him all her nasty stories while she bounced on his cock.
Angelus could feel his orgasm about to tear through him and soon, he unloaded thick spurts of creamy spunk into her thirsty pussy.
Willow moaned loudly as she came and she sunk her fangs into his shoulder blade, drawing a mixture of his cool blood and the warm blood he had stolen from Fred into her mouth.
Angelus shifted and brought his hands up to her hips. His fingers sunk into her flesh and he pushed her off of him, rising to his feet with speed and grace.
He pulled the crop from his ass and brought the tip down on her gaping thighs. He left seven marks on each thigh with rapid succession before landing a final blow to her erect clit.
Willow looked at him with shock and surprise but there was also a sense of intense pleasure. It seemed like no one had ever thought to do that before and the way her pussy was dripping indicated that it was something she liked.
Angelus let the crop fall and he dropped to his knees. He shoved his hands under her ass and pulled her towards him, burying his face into her crotch.
He licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, roughly thrusting his tongue into her gaping hole and sucking down the sweet ambrosia of pussy juices and cum. It was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.
Willow squealed and squeaked like a pig while he devoured her. He sunk his fangs into her clit and felt the coppery taste of her blood slither down his throat.
Before she could orgasm for a second time, he pulled away and wiped his lips.
“Willow?”
Willow’s eyes went wide and she leapt to her feet as if the floor was filled with electric charges.
“Xander, what are you doing here? I thought you were feeding.”
“I thought you were too. I thought the point of your job was to make the White Hat lose his soul and that would be the end of it. Didn’t realize making him lose his pants was part of the job description.”
The younger vampire’s eyes traveled the length of Angelus’s body and he grunted in disapproval. Angelus snorted. Clearly the whelp had no idea what it took. Maybe he would just have to pummel the message into the boy’s backside. It had been a long time since he had humiliated a man. It was such a different skill from making a woman’s life miserable. And sometimes, it was easier to make a man break anyways.
Angelus smirked. “Yeah, she has. This little cunt has been riding me like a horse all day.”
Xander frowned. Angelus could pick up on the fact that fucking Willow’s brains out was supposed to be his job.
“Looks like you’re out of a job, Xander,” Angelus’s tone was laced with cruelty. “Her tight, little pussy is mine.”
Willow slipped passed them both and disappeared through the open cage door. As much as she loved to watch a cock fight, tonight, she was more interested in getting out of there.
She imagined Xander would take care of Angelus and by tomorrow, Angelus would be a big pile of nothing to worry about. She wanted things to go back to normal. She hated how much he was screwing with her mind. It made her feel all sorts of things she didn’t want to feel. She hoped Xander would make him pay for that. If he didn’t, she would.
Chapter Five
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy’s soul?
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, mindfuckery, angst, dark, heterosexual sex, anal, toys, character death, force, and biting.
Spoilers: Set during the episode “The Wish” from BtVS Season 3.
Feedback: Yes, please.
A/N: many thanks to team beta:
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. This chapter is dedicated to
bloody_vir. Hope you have a stellar birthday, hun!!Angelus descended the staircase, bruising each stair with his step. His tongue darted out to lick up the few droplets of blood that still clung to his chin. Fred had truly been a delectable treat. He regretted the fact that he had not spent more time torturing her. Her pussy had been so tight and unyielding around his fingers that he could only imagine what it would have been like to shove his dick inside of her. She probably would have tried tearing it off with her cunt lips. Oddly enough, it wouldn’t be the first time that someone had tried to do that. Spike had tried to accomplish it with his arsehole a few times but that behavior had come to a screeching halt after some wicked paddlings.
He could feel the tension in the air and a smirk curled the corners of his lips. His little cunt was pissed and horny as hell. One of his favorite combinations. He bet that she would be quick to get down on her knees and beg for his cock. In the end, that’s what they all wanted.
She was pacing the cage, her muscles rippling underneath her tender flesh like a tigress ready to pounce on its next hunk of meat.
“So, baby, did you miss me?” Angelus asked.
He leaned up against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes twinkled with amusement and he wondered how easily she would break. He hoped that she would prove to be a challenge. He had seen her work before, his body still had the scars to prove it, but he wondered if she would let that go now that the rules had changed on her.
Willow growled low in her throat and her eyes burned with white-hot intensity.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
He cocked his head to the side and sniffed the air, frowning in disappointment.
“Couldn’t wait for me to get back, my little slut? Had to go and finger fuck yourself? Did you imagine it was me thrusting inside of you, tearing you up like a fine piece of tissue paper? It’s okay, babe, you don’t need to be embarrassed about it.”
Willow flashed him a sultry smile and Angelus swore he saw lust creeping into her eyes. He felt confident that in minutes she would be pleading with him to stuff his cock inside of her till she popped like a cherry-red balloon.
“How ‘bout you come in here and I’ll show you how much I missed you, Puppy?”
Her bottom lip pushed forward and Angelus chuckled. She looked damn cute when she pouted.
Angelus tapped his finger against his chin and turned his gaze toward the side wall where the toys were. There was certainly a plethora to choose from that would make any self-respecting Puritan blush twelve shades of crimson.
He moved closer to the wall, knowing that Willow’s eyes were still locked on him. She was anticipating his next move, tracking each moment, and logging it into her brain. He was interested in unlocking all those dirty, little secrets she had trapped inside, but there would be time for that later.
He picked up a bright red butt plug and rubbed the pad of his thumb across the tip. About a month ago, she had used a similar one on him for a whole week, only his had been much bigger around the base and she hadn’t even bothered to spit on it before she had ruthlessly shoved into his wrinkled hole. He imagined forcing the plug into her pulsing sphincter and not letting her remove it unless she was being fucked by him.
He set the plug to the side and moved his fingers across the wall. There was a large, metal hook on the wall with a rounded ball on the end. He remembered what that was used for and his ass instinctively hurt from the thought of it. As the souled moron, he had been forced to stand on tip-toe in the corner of the cage with the round end inside his hole and the other end attached to a piece of rope that dangled from the ceiling. She had tied his hands behind his back and jacked him till he almost climaxed before she clamped a cock and ball harness over his aching family jewels and refused to let him cum.
It was a wonder that he had ever been freed from that prison. He had to admit that Angel must be a fucking masochist in order to have loved a bitch like Willow. But the love crap was a thing of the past. Angel had gotten his moment of happiness and now Angelus was about to get his.
He grabbed the short-handled riding crop off the wall and smacked the wide, leather end against his palm. It made a lovely sounding snap and he pivoted to look at Willow. She seemed chagrined by his choice of weapon and rolled her eyes. It was almost as if she thought she could have picked something better.
But the crop was a classic and a personal favorite. He had bruised and reddened many a bottom over the years. He even had Dru convinced she was a pony once. That had been fun. He had gotten her a black leather saddle and a nice bit and she bucked and whinnied like a mare in heat. She had made an excellent pony girl until he had gotten bored with the game. It was unfortunate that shortly after that, Darla had brought him that damn Romani Gypsy that had ruined everything. Perhaps he and Willow would play that game. Or, since she liked puppies so damn much, he would buy her a nice, crystal bowl with ‘cunt’ engraved on it. He would love to see that pretty, pink tongue lapping up any number of liquids from her pretty, new bowl. Blood, semen, piss. Hell, even gasoline or something else so nasty that it would normally kill a human being. But, she was undead so the possibilities were truly endless…with the exception of holy water of course.
He removed his pants and his freed cock stood proudly, pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room.
He grabbed the key ring, which had been discarded with his jeans, and stuck it into the lock. The locked clicked as the inner mechanism bounced off the metal teeth. The clasp opened and Angelus gingerly stepped inside.
Willow lunged for him the second he walked in the door. Her leg wrapped around his and she sent them both tumbling to the ground. The crop dropped to the ground and Angelus was willing to ignore this slight problem for the time being.
Willow shoved her right thigh in between his legs and pressed the other tight against his outer thigh. Her eyes glowed in triumph as he lay still beneath her. “Puppy will learn that disobedience will not be tolerated. With or without the soul.”
Angelus winked at her, clearly enjoying himself. “If I knew you wanted this so badly I would have saved you the trouble of mounting me like a bitch in heat, babe. But since we are in this predicament, how about I stuff you?”
Willow backhanded him with unexpected force. Angelus’s head snapped sideways and he chuckled.
“Now, Willow, that’s not a nice way to play.”
Willow growled and her features shifted. Sharp canines descended from her upper lip and her eyes darkened. She got to her feet and Angelus watched her with interest. He would let her feel like she had the upper hand for now. Lull her into a false state of power and then yank it away from her like a tablecloth. But instead of leaving a perfect set of dinnerware, he wanted to make sure the glass shattered and pierced the skin like a million razors.
She picked up the crop and smacked it against her thigh. “Roll over and spread your legs.”
Angelus arched in eyebrow in curiosity. He considered saying something snappy but he opted to bite his tongue and do what she wanted.
He rolled over and arched his hips upwards so his dick wouldn’t be crunched into the floor.
Willow smiled and cracked the crop against her thigh again. She moaned in delight at the little burst of white-hot pain and Angelus felt his dick throb.
He shifted slightly on his elbows and craned his head towards her.
“Are you just going to make me lie here or are you going to make me beg like the bad puppy I am?” His tone was rife with sarcasm and Willow frowned. Angelus guessed that she hadn’t quite caught on to his new game. She would soon understand that she was still playing by his rules.
The crop came down on his ass and Angelus grunted.
“Come on, cunt! I deserve better than that!”
He wanted to see how far he could push her, needed to know where her special buttons were.
The crop sliced through the air and contacted with his ass again, leaving a bright red mark in its wake.
Willow slid the crop between his ass cheeks and he bucked his hips as friction between leather and skin burned deep in his core.
The tip pushed against the bottom of his dick, sliding back and forth like an eager tongue.
She pulled the crop away and Angelus grunted in annoyance. She brought it down on his pale flesh several more times before leaving his ass quivering in the empty air.
He watched her bring the crop’s handle to her pussy, moving it between her pink folds. He saw it slide into her slick hole and she pumped it inside of her, rocking her hips and thrusting her breasts out. A draft from upstairs swirled around her nipples, making them pointy and pebble hard.
“Willow,” Angelus whispered, his brain feeling fuzzy with lust.
She was truly a perfect match for him. Her wickedness was only surpassed by her beauty. If things were different she would rule at his side, but he had never been one for partners. They always looked better at his feet than they did sitting next to him.
Willow pulled out the crop and crouched beside him. She pressed the end of the handle against his puckered anus and gently pushed it in, allowing him the chance to adjust to the intrusion.
“Are you thinking about me, Puppy? Want me to make that pesky problem of yours go away?
She reached between his legs and cupped his balls, squeezing them until they felt like they were going to pop like grapes.
“Yes,” Angelus hissed, trying to jerk off against her hand.
Willow gave the crop a good shove and Angelus felt it sink deeper into his bowels.
“Roll over,” Willow hissed. “And show me your true face.”
Angelus let his brow crease and his fangs drop. In this new position, he could easily take her. He could grab her by the neck and slam her pretty face into the cement floor. He would pound into her ass as if she were a $2 dollar whore and then whip her red with the damn crop until tears streamed down her face.
Willow smirked and straddled his waist, letting the tip of his dick slip inside her. In seconds, she was bouncing up and down like he was a fucking pogo stick. She really was a horny, little slut.
Her pelvic bone smacked against his at rapid speed as she pulled and stretched her breasts to lengths that Angelus had always imagined would be impossible.
“Do you fuck that albino like this?” Angelus asked. “Do you take his wrinkled, old cock inside your pussy? Does he make you call him Daddy? Do you have to tell him about all those nasty, old boys you’ve been messing around with?”
Willow’s cheeks burned as she continued bouncing. Angelus sneered. So it was true. This pretty, little pet knew exactly how to please a Master. In time, she would do the same for him. She would be daddy’s little cunt princess. And she would tell him all her nasty stories while she bounced on his cock.
Angelus could feel his orgasm about to tear through him and soon, he unloaded thick spurts of creamy spunk into her thirsty pussy.
Willow moaned loudly as she came and she sunk her fangs into his shoulder blade, drawing a mixture of his cool blood and the warm blood he had stolen from Fred into her mouth.
Angelus shifted and brought his hands up to her hips. His fingers sunk into her flesh and he pushed her off of him, rising to his feet with speed and grace.
He pulled the crop from his ass and brought the tip down on her gaping thighs. He left seven marks on each thigh with rapid succession before landing a final blow to her erect clit.
Willow looked at him with shock and surprise but there was also a sense of intense pleasure. It seemed like no one had ever thought to do that before and the way her pussy was dripping indicated that it was something she liked.
Angelus let the crop fall and he dropped to his knees. He shoved his hands under her ass and pulled her towards him, burying his face into her crotch.
He licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, roughly thrusting his tongue into her gaping hole and sucking down the sweet ambrosia of pussy juices and cum. It was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.
Willow squealed and squeaked like a pig while he devoured her. He sunk his fangs into her clit and felt the coppery taste of her blood slither down his throat.
Before she could orgasm for a second time, he pulled away and wiped his lips.
“Willow?”
Willow’s eyes went wide and she leapt to her feet as if the floor was filled with electric charges.
“Xander, what are you doing here? I thought you were feeding.”
“I thought you were too. I thought the point of your job was to make the White Hat lose his soul and that would be the end of it. Didn’t realize making him lose his pants was part of the job description.”
The younger vampire’s eyes traveled the length of Angelus’s body and he grunted in disapproval. Angelus snorted. Clearly the whelp had no idea what it took. Maybe he would just have to pummel the message into the boy’s backside. It had been a long time since he had humiliated a man. It was such a different skill from making a woman’s life miserable. And sometimes, it was easier to make a man break anyways.
Angelus smirked. “Yeah, she has. This little cunt has been riding me like a horse all day.”
Xander frowned. Angelus could pick up on the fact that fucking Willow’s brains out was supposed to be his job.
“Looks like you’re out of a job, Xander,” Angelus’s tone was laced with cruelty. “Her tight, little pussy is mine.”
Willow slipped passed them both and disappeared through the open cage door. As much as she loved to watch a cock fight, tonight, she was more interested in getting out of there.
She imagined Xander would take care of Angelus and by tomorrow, Angelus would be a big pile of nothing to worry about. She wanted things to go back to normal. She hated how much he was screwing with her mind. It made her feel all sorts of things she didn’t want to feel. She hoped Xander would make him pay for that. If he didn’t, she would.
Chapter Five