As she was pushed into the room again, she let out a huff. What was he doing? Getting those chains to make her night even worse? After all, she was still a virgin, as was tradition for unwed women, but she knew of sex. At least... some of it. The leashes and collars though, that was new to her.<br/><br/>Out of nowhere, in came a maid lugging a cage. A<span style="font-style: italic">cage</span>?! Of all the things he could do... Her expression turned from fury to worry in the blink of an eye. When she was suddenly pulled close to him, she grit her teeth, wincing as the leather around her throat grew tighter. She was promptly turned around, and she yelped as she felt a kick to her backside, sending her headfirst into the thick bars. Isa grimaced, rubbing the fresh bump on her head, while Ken locked her inside. Her head whipped around, and she stared at the man out of anger. He was going to pay. Lifting up a foot, she started loudly banging it against the bars. She could already feel bruising, but that didn't matter to her. If she had to sleep in a cold, rusty cage, he wasn't going to sleep at all.