She started to take a step forward, and then hesitated again. She balled her hands up into a fists, unable to make a choice. Should she go? No, no. She shouldn't. She didn't need to be punished! He didn't own her, he couldn't tell her what to do. But he could be so frightening. She took another step forward, her heart racing. He could be lying. Once she got to the bed he might throw her down and rape her violently. She had no way of knowing. She swallowed once, nervous. How had he made her so nervous? She shouldn't be, she didn't need to listen to him at all. She walked the rest of the way to the bed but didn't get on it, she just stood there.