"A lie. I can commune with your subconcious. Your body is in immense pain because you arrogantly deny your hunger. You must learn to accept, and we are done when you have."
"I am not hungry," she shouts. "I am angry! You are flawed! You don't know the difference! Get the fuck out of me!" As her anger rose, her climax neared, yet again, and Callie knew what she was going to do.
The tentacles hardened, growing thick bumps, twisting and writhing inside her. "Submit to your instincts."
(Perhaps it fractures her personality into an eager slut and a violent killer? He could force her to shift either way with a full body shock of pleasure or pain from the necklace.)
"What do you mean until I accept the pleasure? I don't have any choice but to accept it. What did you do?" She looks down, trying to look at the necklace. "What did you do?"
She groaned, throwing her head back, feeling her body grow tired. Her eyes half closed, wet, in a dream like state. She mumbles, "Can't be real. Feels good."
"Anger. Rage. The desire to wrap my fingers around your throat and squeeze until I feel the very life drain from your body Sarovir. Tell me why I shouldn't feel that way. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." There was an eerie calm about her as she slowly stepped closer to him, her hands by her sides.
He chuckled. "Because I have more than enough males to sate that desire on. Or, of course because I have ways of coming back quite easily. This may change that tune as well." He tapped his wrist, loosing bolts of pleasure through her body.
She grasped the necklace, falling to her knees groaning. Her pussy was tight and nearly dripping wet already. "Why," her voice squeaked. "Do you hate me that much?"