"Slave," the voice said.  And her name.  Together.  It brought a swift and keening cry from the young woman.  A renewed struggle against her bonds.  "No!  I have the money..!  I was going to pay off my debts tomorrow!"<br/><br/>She barely recalled the rest of his words, so caught up was she in her denials and ruthless begging.  The lights cutting out deterred her only momentarily before her voice rang out again -- at first hesitant, then with increasing vigor until she was shouting and twisting against the table that secured her.  Her strength only lasted so long, though, before she could do little more than cry mutedly,, shuddering with the force of her sobs.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes?  An hour?  More?  Her mind reeled, her stomach groaned.  Her wrists and ankles pained her sharply, and dull aches formed in suspended limbs.  Could he really keep her here and let her suffer?<br/><br/>Of course he could.  She was his slave now.  At least, until she could get away.  There were half-baked plans forming.  To flee, cross the border, be free.  But it was so hard to concentrate now..<br/><br/>"Your ...  your slut understands and,"  she drew in a shaky breath, let it out slowly.  "Wants you to control her.."