James's eyes went rock hard at that last comment. He was about to say something, but instead bit his lip to keep it held back. "I've tried to be nice, to explain things simply. I didn't think it would work, and everyone told me that it wouldn't. I had to try though. You just never know." His words were quiet, spoken aloud although they were obviously meant only for himself.<br/><br/>Standing up, James reached into his back pocket where he'd had something hidden the whole time. Crossing the bed easily and capturing her small wrists with only one hand, the other hand came forward holding a pair of handcuffs. Not normal police ones, but specially made, non-scarring cuffs. The inside metal was surrounded by a lair of soft material that would not leave scars or cuts on the person wearing them. With practiced movements, he easily cuffed her hands together and dragged Katie up to her feet.<br/><br/>Slamming a certain spot on the nightstand, a strange metal rod began to descend from the ceiling. A simple hook was at the end of the rod, which seemed the perfect size to hang a girl in handcuffs from. This is exactly what James did as the hook reached his level. Lifting Katie's arms, he slammed the cuffs onto the hook, trapping Katie with no place to go. Things were about to get even worse for the girl though. Once the cuffs were hooked, up from the floor rose a strange, gymnastic sawhorse looking board. It was coated with layer upon layer of soft, pliable material. It came up right before Katie. The hook began to move as well, forcing the girl to bend forward over the sawhorse until her whole weight was supported on it, and her legs dangling off the ground.<br/><br/>Walking over to the other side of the bed, James pulled out the key and unlocked a hidden drawer within the bed. Moving a few items around within it, he looked up at Katie with a hard, angry look in his eyes. "I tried to do this with civility, but apparently it just didn't work. We discussed the benefits of being civil and polite to one another, but apparently you just didn't want to learn. I tried to be nice by feeding you, but again you threw my kindness back in my face. Well Katie, you asked before what I would do to punish you. It seems that the time for that has arrived." With that said, he slowly stood up, a large flat, plastic paddle held in his hands. It looked almost like a cricket bat used in England. His eyes hard, mouth shut tight, James began slowly walking back towards where Katie was bound and held.