He studied her for a moment with a serene, unimpressed look. They'd all claimed it, and all tried to resist, but noone was strong as they thought they were. Everyone broke in the end and did their best to enjoy it. He even suspected he'd break in the same situation, though he - like just about everyone - thought himself rather strong willed. Fortunately, though, he was convinced he was never going to be in that position... He had wealth to last him a lifetime, even if he -did- stop earning, and a handful of servants who would loyally care for him.<br/><br/>That he expected and enjoyed her resistance, though, didn't mean it could go unpunished. He'd learned that the quickest way was to be thorough... Don't forgive anything, and don't leave any good moments unrewarded. It was for that reason that he'd mostly booked the next couple of days to spend breaking the girl down... Though she didn't know that yet. If she thought there was going to be any sort of moment of relief she was wrong.<br/><br/>"Wrong!" He put his hand back down, and closed his fingers into a thick clump of hair, which he used to drag her head backward. "You are not a lady anymore, and manners do not apply to you." He tugged hard into her hair to make sure she was looking, hurting, and beginning to realise there was nothing to do about it. Bound as she was, and in the presence of the stronger man, she hadn't a chance. "You are a piece of meat. A doll for me to do whatever the hell I like with. Whether I fuck you, beat you, or sell you to someone more vile than I am - ANYTHING I do is more than you deserve. You are a toy, good only for whatever I chose to do with you. Do you understand me?" There was yet another sharp tug to remind her of his painful grip, and to amplify the pain briefly. "Do you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>