"What the hell does it matter to you..." Nathan said finally after enough torture was done to him. He turned his head to look at her and he had an annoyed look on his face as he spoke to her. "Even if I did ask for freedom or did a punishment that you actually would allow to happen, this would always happen anyway. It is more than likely not me who is wanting this, expecting this of you. Its you who always does this." He sighed and shook his head, not expecting her to understand or care. "Just continue..." He said weakly, not being able to fight the bulge in his pants that forms every time she does this to him. His face was flushed red and he had a defeated look on his face as his eyes closed and looked down as he let her do whatever. He would prefer this over anything boring like the isolation chambers or counting pencils or paper clips like she had him do sometimes.