Katie squeaked and stepped back a bit from the bars of the cage, rubbing her nose. She was fighting the urge to just start crying and begging with every bit of her willpower. It would be so much simpler, and more dignified, to do what he asked. For now, and at least until she had some kind of idea what it would take to get away from this crazy man.<br/><br/>She reached down to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans. And realized,<em>stupid me!</em>, that she wasn't wearing any. She was wearing some kind of ridiculous underwear, the kind you'd never be comfortable in for a whole day, but that looked awesome on the rack. Her cheeks  burned brightly, the blush staining even her neck and chest a little.<br/><br/>Her stomach growled in demand again, distracting her from her current state of undress and from the burning sense of shame from his light slap.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and glanced to him. "Okay. So. Can I try again?" She cleared her throat and tried to ask sweetly now. "Can I please, please, have that food, sir?"