" She said. "You're basically his slave now. I wish I could help you..."Harson walked through the palace the embodiment of confidence. He passed some ...f the cleaning ladies, and said good morning to them. He never normally did that, but he enjoyed seeing them shudder as they heard his voice. Harson then encountered a young servant girl, about Sofia's age, who was carrying an empty tray which had once contained the Queen's breakfast."Good morning, your highness," she said."Why hello there,". “The bra, too,” I said. She stared at me for a moment but complied again. Now she is sitting there self-conscious and confused. I took out a set of cuffs and told her to put them on. She hesitated again. She knew how vulnerable it would make her but there was no real alternative. In my eyes she saw something that made her believe that I’m willing to go all the way and that frightened her, as it should have.With her hands finally cuffed I had put the knife behind me. She looked at it for a. ‘M-Miss Helen.’ Damn it, he was stammering again. He clenched his jaw together to try to control that quiver one felt when one could feel a stammer coming on. ‘I…hope your journey was pleasant.’ His voice came out stilted and he silently berated himself for it when he saw some of the light disappear from Helen’s eyes. ‘It was uneventful, but comfortable enough. Thank you for having everything arranged.’ Vincent sat back down in his chair, but left his book closed. ‘I did what I had to.’ He. “What the hell does that mean?” Frank asked.“It’s almost comical to hear you say that,” Brock said. “Because it’s almost word for word what your daughters say about you.”Frank looked at Brock stonefaced.“I can offer you some encouragement, if I need to,” Frank said as he cracked his knuckles.Brock laughed out loud.“Oh, you’re serious,” he said when his laughter subsided.“I’ve whipped bigger men than you,” Frank said with a glare.Brock nodded.“Bigger maybe,” he said. “But I doubt you’ve fucked.