Mr. Young laughed not an evil cackle, not malicious, but good humored. "Well my dear Alexis," he said, "that all depends on you.  You really only have three viable options. First you can resist and actively fight me. Second, you can go along but wait for your opportunity to... I dont know, run, escape, fight back, etc. And third, you can accept the training offered and move on with your life." He walked away pouring two cups of a pale brown liquid from a decanter on the sideboard. Offering one to her he sat on the arm of the sofa looking through her. Seeing the masked fear, the aggression, uncertainty, the fire. He smiled at her. "You are here to learn  how to be a slave." It was an abrupt statement said evenly brooking no argument or question. "You will learn a number of skills here. The first and most basic is obedience."  As said this he pulled a light coiled whip from one of the low tables in the room.  Laying it across his shoulders. "Lets have the first lesson of the day." He said evenly, "take the rest of those clothes off and place them in the bin under table" indicating where it was. He thought but did not say, "your move my sweet."  This was his favorite part.  The new student had one choice and it would set the tone for the session and they affected the outcome in ways they, at the time, couldn't yet foresee.