The clamps were tight bit his hands felt nice. Her breast filled up his hands giving him much to squeeze, it eased the ache of the clamps allowed her to recall he wasn't completely<br/>Torturing her though he was most certainly making sure she did not escape.<br/><br/>She frowned, who, she didn't have anyone. She had names, she knew who had suggested her for the job but... The phone rang and he answered, she tried to listen but was soon distracted by his grip that grew tighter until it made her whimper and squirm. She could feel her nipple being squeezed in the clamp. He released her and she felt relief.<br/><br/>The phone call ended and he asked an odd question. She shifted, feeling the chain jingle, it felt cold. "Computer-" she heard the snap, felt the pressure around her feet. She felt her cheeks darkened as she looked down at him. She had never felt so confined, trapped. What was he doing to her. He had her nervous, anxious, on edge to see what he would do next. It was an odd form of torture, it was some what enjoyable and yet not.<br/><br/>"I- not me. I know a enough to get around but-" she was trying to see her feet. "I was just told to call him Aaron." She gave a small tidbit, perhaps she was curious to see what he did next not ready to give it all the way.<br/><br/>"Mr. Stark. Can I ask what you do intend to do with me then," she had to ask, it seemed some what clear but she needed to know.