Relaxing his arms from about her body, James moved them behind his back and lead on them a bit. He wasn't mad about her questions. He actually enjoyed the fact that she had a mind and was brave enough to voice the issues she was dealing with. "Well have you never heard of people who were so devoted to another that they would do almost anything for them? Would that not imply that the other person had a sense of ownership over the other? I'm sure you do want your own life Katie...but what kind exactly? Do you really want the kind of life you had before coming here? Is that something you want to go back too?"<br/><br/>He couldn't help but chuckle as she mentioned calling the cops. Almost every slave always brought up this threat, and he'd listened to many of his peers stories about how the slave was shocked and their reactions to what happened whey they did. "Well Katie, yes you probably could call the cops. My question though, is how? There are no phones in here. There are no phones in my room. Everywhere you go for the next few weeks will be with me. Why would I let you near a phone?" Leaning back a bit more, he rested on his elbows with his legs stretching out around where she sat cross-legged.<br/><br/>"Do you know how much money I have Katie? Well it's a lot. With money, comes power. I donate quite a bit to congressmen and senators. They like Washington, and want to stay there. My money keeps them there. Do you really think they'd let me go to jail and lose out on that money? The same goes for local police. I can have people forge documents saying that you are my ward, and prone to fits of delusions. Whether this is technicaly 'legal' or not doesn't matter. It's how things are, and that won't change just because you want it too."