Honey's hands raise to the collar, feeling it almost immediately after their freed. Her fingers dip between the hard leather and her soft neck, pulling slightly as if to remove it.<br/>In defeat her hands drop as she slides off the punishment bench.<br/><br/>Her body hurts and she reeks of pain and sex. She doesn't want to kneel...doesn't want to be near this...man. But how can she fight? How can she even think of Resistance?<br/>Reluctantly, Honey crawls the few inches to his side and kneels there, body trembling as she looks at his boots.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicker towards the other captives, the ones still in bondage. Perhaps...perhaps she can make their way a little easier. Easier at least then it was for her.<br/><br/>"...I..i would like to bath.....may i?"