Sybil crawled forward her head held high. Have to share? What did he think she was? She felt the pressure stop and realized she was kneeling at the foot of the big heavy cross. “Connect her wrists,” Master Hank said with a stern voice. She started to stand. “NO!” he barked. “ Her wrists right there.’ Sybil’s eyes got big.

Master Hank knew she didn’t like being upside down. She almost backed up but suddenly his leg was between hers pressing her in closer. “Keely, get the ball gag. Willow go get the hood. It’s time to get serious with Sybil.”

“But…” Sybil stuttered, “I’ll be good, I’ll let them touch me. I’ll do what you want sir.”

Hank knelt down beside the woman, her wrists chained to the foot of the cross. “Sybil, you’ll let? Who do you think you are? You already gave yourself to me. You have not negotiating privileges now. You are owned, I think it’s time you took the I out of your vocabulary.” He reached out and took the large ball gag from Keely’s trembling fingers. “It’s time you learned that I’m no longer the same man I was.”