The knife cuts through the fabric with ease as he pulls her head back to prevent more struggling. His grip on the head-tentacle tightens painfully when she moves her hands. “No! Keep your hands to your side. Until you earn the right to be valued, you are nothing more than meat in my eyes. Understand? Worthless! Spoiled!” He snarls as the knife finally tears free of her leotard. It hangs open, revealing the smooth expanse of her curveless figure, the softness of her nipples nothing more than another exposed target on her flat chest.