Beating his back and screaming , Whitney is carried in over Ivan's shoulder, then dropped against the wall so he can properly restrain her. "Let me go!" "I don't think so." He winds a string around her wrists. "You're going to regret this!"
"I already do - but you know something, I think you're going to regret this more than I am" "No, please, please, I have money, I'll pay you!" "Really?" "Whatever it takes!" "Two hundred million dollars." He ties a knot at her wrists. Whitney hesitates, then blurts out, "I'll have it wired from my Swiss bank account! Anything, just let me go!" Ivan laughs at that. What a liar! He wonders if she even knows where Switzerland is. He plants a big hand in the middle of her back and presses her tits into the wall while he grabs another string. "Are you enjoying that wall? It's enjoying you." "What are you going to do to me?" Ivan pulls her off the wall and starts to wrap the string around her torso. "Well that depends on you, doesn't it?" Her eyes go wide. "What is that supposed to mean?" "If you piss me off I'm going to hurt you." That's simple enough, isn't it? Whitney, terrified, begs, "Please mister, I don't want to piss you off!" "Then don't!" Ivan recommends. "I'll do whatever -"
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