I looked up and grimaced. Hearing him talk of slavemaker and taking off his belt made me worried. Then I felt her grab my wrists. Her grip was firm. She told me not to resist or they would make it worse. What could be worse than this? Still I had to try to get free, so I pulled a little but I soon found she held my hands over my head tightly. Maybe she was afraid of taking my place if she failed to hold me. I looked up at Hank and saw his evil grin.