“I paid your debt. Now you’re mine. For a month!” added the insolent one with a not-so-nice smirk. He clearly intended to collect on my forced abstinence—and all his attempts to avoid contact, and he demonstratively unzipped his fly.
“Start repaying right now!”
“No way! I’ll pay you the whole debt myself.”
“How?”
“I… I’ll take a loan!”
“You’re unemployed and you don’t have a place to live. They won’t give you a loan.”
“Then I’ll sell a kidney! But I won’t sleep with you.”
“Too late!” he cornered me, pressing his hands to my waist.
“You can’t run.”
“I… I’ll resist!”
“Great. I really hope you do—because that turns me on…”