Jules swallows nervously as her finger goes to his underwear, and shredding them.  Shivering as they fall away, and the air brushes over his now free manhood.  A faint tug of his wrists as her finger teases his chest.  Fingernails that can cut cloth with ease.<br/><br/>He listens with a sinking heart at her suggestion of a deal.  Ten years???  That is a bit... much.  But her hand gives him a squeeze.  He winces at the squeeze, not so much from the pain but the promise of it.<br/><br/>Jules gives a small shake of his head, indicating his opinion of the possible fairness of the deal.  And then she asks for his true name.  Which would leave him totally at her mercy, unable to protect himself.  What kind of fun does she have in mind....  Quite sure that will have fun with him whatever he does, or does not do.<br/><br/>Jules tugs on the vines holding him, to the same useless effect as before.  Sure that she is going to hurt him, but doubting she would ever let him go if she learned his true name.  "I told you my name....   my name is Jules," he says, hoping he can hold out against what she might do.  Knowing he has to if he is to get out if this.