She shook her head.
"your tears." I took the sandwich and pressed it against her face, and then I dabbed it onto her pussy, which was still bleeding a little.
"There is nothing more delicious than the tears of a defiled woman, the blood of an assaulted pussy, and ham on rye. Want some?"
She shook her head, but I took off the duct tape, shoved it in, and then forced her mouth to take a bite. Then I put a new piece duct tape on. I got out my knife and held it close to her neck. "Good, isn't it?" More tears welled from her eyes as she nodded, and I removed the knife.
I stood there pondering what to do now. She was crying and eating part of a sandwich made partly of her own tears and vaginal blood. It was a good feeling. I undid one arm, and then tied it to the other one, then I undid one leg, and tied it to the other one, and then I undid the other arm and tied both arms to her legs, hogtying her. I turned her over and began to rape her ass, harder than her pussy. I grabbed my knife.
"So let's you and me play a game. If you scream, I cut you. Not deeply, but deep enough to hurt. A lot. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to answer them, or else I cut you and THEN spooge into your wounds. In case you're wondering, that makes it hurt more." I ungagged her. "Now, first off, what's your name?"