The Story of Hanna/Chapter I - Interrogation - Refuse to Make a Promise
You don't nod, you don't shake your head. Robert has you pushed to the corner, but you feel like taking any punishment that he has in store for you is better than making a promise you can't keep. "Haven't I already said enough…? Please forgive me…"
"You insolent little cunt. Have it your way." He walks towards a shelf and picks up a mouth-gag. He walks to you and forces it on you as you shake your head. Forced to wear it, your teeth bite against the wooden ball, and you can no longer utter a single intelligible word. You couldn't even make your promise anymore even if you tried. He pulls on your skirt, undressing it. You try to resist, but he is far too powerful for you, and rips on your clothes. Not just your skirt, but also the panties underneath. Left without anything to cover your lower body, he releases you from your chains. You think for a moment, should you even try to resist? Should you run? There's nowhere for you to run. He grabs you by your hair violently, causing you to yell, or at least try to. He is pulling you towards a pillory, which has been prepared for you. He presses your neck into the bigger hole, and then your hands into the smaller ones. You don't want any of this, so you begin to struggle violently. So much so in fact that he has trouble locking you in. "Stop struggling you little bitch!" He kicks you into stomach. Not just once, but multiple times. You begin to cough violently and lose your ability to resist. He manages to lock you in a wooden contraption. "Fucking lying cunt, how dare you resist me?"
You try to apologize. It must be obviously clear to him that you're saying, "I'm sorry".
"Oh, you better be sorry", Robert says. You hear his pants drop to the ground, and you know exactly what he's planning. You feared he might have his dog do you, but it looks like he's at very least starting. You know why; he doesn't want to be sloppy seconds to a dog. "I know you're a sexslave, so this probably won't be much of a punishment for a whore like yourself, but I'll have you take my dick anyway."
As he speaks those words, 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. Did Robert lock the door?