Hank stood still in front of the bound woman, letting the silence smother her. Tears rolled down her cheek, but he felt no pity. It was not in his nature. Weak things were to be pitied, and she was not weak. She just needed to be owned. There was, after all, a difference. "So what's changed?" he said, finally, stepping close to her, his face a foot from hers. "You want me to own you, you don't want me to own you, now here we are again. Speak. Explain why you're standing here naked before me."