Hikaru cried out as Ashford yanked his hair. "How the hell do I have a choice!" He yelled back. "I don't have a choice but you do. Please.... Please let me go." However it seemed that those words fell on deaf ears as Ashford drug him upstairs. Hikaru didn't struggle but he didn't exactly walk either. His knees buckled under the weight of his body.<br/><br/>He gulped as he saw the contraption waiting for him. As Ashford ordered him around, he wanted to avoid whatever happened next but he also didn't want to get hurt. He fumbled with his shirt, his fingers stumbling around the buttons, trying to buy some time to think of a plan. However apparently he wasn't fast enough for him and Ashford cut the clothes off him. It made the hairs on the back of his head stand up and he didn't dare move. His back hurt and his head was woozy as he was slammed against the wall.<br/><br/>For a minute a thought occurred to him. Perhaps he could kick Ashford in such a way that the knife would plunge into his body, letting himself escape. After mulling it over he dismissed it. It was a desperate act, not likely to succeed and it would be all the worse for him if he didn't. Even if he were sucessful he wouldn't be able to free himself. "I'm begging you. Please let me go. I'll do anything at all."