She shivered slightly as he withdrew, settling back on the bed slightly.  she could feel how sticky and messy she was, and gods did a bath sound lovely  his question, however, could be a dangerous one for her to answer.  She frowned over it, aware, or at least able to guess, what he would -want- her to say, but also confidant that regardless of what he -wanted- he would know if she lied too.  One instinct would urge her to run, she was his prisoner after all..  but another instinct was growing louder within her.  She'd enjoyed the sec, obviously, and she doubted that was going to stop any time soon.  He wanted her for this didn't he?  He wanted sex..  good sex, with someone he could mold and shift into his ideal match.<br/><br/>she let out a soft sigh, shifting forward slightly and gently slid a hand up through her hair.  She was still wearing that color, chained on a tether even if she did have some "freedom" within her small space.  She was quiet as she tried to think of what to say and how to say it, wanting the bath, but also wanting to be honest with him and with herself.<br/><br/>"I...  am not sure how I would react..  You..  kidnapped me..  brought me here..  and I am chained up.  Even if the first two weren't a problem the third one would keep me from going too far.  If ..  If I woke and the door was open..  I'd wait..  its my only option.  " she was being honest at least.  There was a look of fear on her face as she gazed up at him, expecting him to be angry at her for not giving the "proper" answer.