Matt paused, looking down at Elizabeth's red form and her sobbing face. He hadn't wanted this but he hadn't wanted here consent either. He had thought that she might accept his control of her as simply a background fact of life and deal with it accordingly. Perhaps he hadn't fulled considered the consequences of his actions. But could he just let her go? "What guarantee will I have if I let you go? You'd have me arrested."

"I wouldn't," she offered.

"I'm not that naive," he said, although he did stand her up and abandon his attempt to fuck her. "I need to think about this. I'm going to lock you in a room and give you some food and water. We can talk again tomorrow. Is that ok, miss?"

"No," Elizabeth said. "Let me go now."

"It's what you're getting," Matt said with a guilty sigh.