Samantha looked at him, half afraid, but half interested. She was normally very kinky, but not to the point of permanent injury or harm. She wanted to try it, but didn't want it to be one of those decisions that she was forced to make. If anything of the sort was going to happen, she wanted it to be out of her hands. "That would be a shame..." she said, looking at Alleic. She was frightened, but still kept her head on straight. The rope around her neck didn't do much, as the collar kept it from choking her too much, and the rubber burns had already permanently numbed her neck skin.<br/><br/>"I would really really like to have something to do other than just sit here," Samantha told him, "so are we going to do anything, or are you just going to watch me lie here bored and naked? Because if you were just going to do that, I'd have to call you a queer." Her tone was mocking, he was trying to insult him a little, to make him angry. She would rather have him angry and fucking her than having him sit there and watch her do nothing.