The Story of Hanna/Chapter I - Interrogation - Hesitate
There's just no way he's believes your story. You know it's true, but you also know how unbelievable it must sound to virtually anyone. You hang your head in shame, because you're hesitant to say you're being honest. You feel like the moment you would say so, he would hit you, or worse. Blinded by your fear, you beg for his forgiveness by uttering: "I'm sorry…"
Robert sighs. "Sorry is not going to cut it." He lays his hands on your body and takes a good feel of your figure. "If you're sorry, prove it to me." He says that, but it doesn't really seem to matter whenever you're going to prove it or not. He's going to take what he wants, and he's already going after your skirt, undressing you.
With a voice full of discomfort, you verbally accept whatever he's about to do to you. "I will accept any punishment…"
"Good girl." Robert starts to smile and laugh. "I'm feeling lenient, so I'll settle for lashes."
That doesn't sound lenient by your book, but you'll take it, because you know it will be over quickly. Or, so you at very least hope.
"Truth be told, I know of Chad's history with Chaos, and I don't really believe he would've told you either. Unless, of course, you really are connected to the royal family and suffered at the hands of the eldritch…" He picks up the key, helping you down from the chains. Comfortably at ground level, you don't get time to relax. He drags you towards the next place, and there are chains much lower to the floor. "But that doesn't matter, since I'll be punishing you either way. Start undressing immediately."
You hesitate, but in the end, what other choice do you have? You begin to undress and start with your shirt. You move up to the skirt, and open up the buttons, but you're hesitant. You're waiting. You really don't want to do this.
"Be quick about your business", he commands you. "This is your final warning."
Looks like you really don't have any other choice but to hurry up. You quickly undress your camisole, revealing your chest, and then, suddenly, he grabs your arms. You still have your panties, socks and shoes, but he doesn't look like he cares about waiting. He presents you to the wall, face towards it, he's about to chain you by your wrists. Leon's words resonate within you. He said he'll definitely come for you, and if there ever was a time for him to rescue you, it sure as hell is now, but it doesn't look like help is coming your way in this wretched, sadomasochistic playroom.
Oh, but maybe there is still a ray of hope, as small as it may be. Robert closed the door, but did he lock it?