Daphne clenched her jaw. "Stop calling me that," she practically hissed. "If I am a whore…if…I'd rather be a whore for a good man than an ice queen." She practically glared at Sara. Sara had just that reputation. "And you're the one who doesn't get the concept. You really think that I am the one missing out on something?" She couldn't help but scoff at Sara.
Again, she really felt like she had to concede. But, how could she without losing face. She regarded Sara for a long time. "I think we can work out an arrangement. I will do as you ask," Daphne began, not acknowledging that Sara was right, "and you never get to call me a whore again."
The fingers around her neck scared her, but they did something else that surprised her. It brought back her randiness with a vengeance. She continued to look at Sara impotently, having no idea what to do.
Her eyes shut as Sara's breath tickled her ear. "N-no. I…" Daphne gulped as she struggled weakly in Sara's grasp. "Let me go," she gasped desperately. "I…don’t…" She couldn't even finish.