Hannah looked increasingly despondent. Her eyes started to water up and her face and shoulders jerked a little. She moved her hand to each nipple in turn and then down to her where her unaroused clit was hiding, as though giving him a terrified tour of her naked body. She looked around almost desperately, her brown eyes taking in everything around her as though hoping for some catch, some way out of it. She ran her hand over the flesh of her thigh which was growing a little bristley over her days in the cage. Before her capture, she had always kept it smooth but the idea that she would never be able to grow hair there was still somehow horrifying. Despite how the man felt, none of these sounded remotely sexy or exciting to Hannah. Finally, she asked, "What's your name?"