Her body hung there limp and lax, the dress nearly invisible on the feminine curves of her body.  She was near to tears, her breasts heaving with each breath and no amount of hair hanging before her face enough to hide the despair now lurking in her eyes.  She shook her head, but only to free the strand of hair caught on her full, but dry, bottom lip.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry... please.. please let me down.  I'll.. I'll help you with your shower..."<br/><br/>No spit, no anger, but a horrible resignation that trembled through her.  All she wanted was for the pain in her shoulders to go away.  He'd been so passive with her, the chains doing all the work to leave her in the position she was in.