"Like what? Be your good little hostage, let you use me? I don't want to." There. He was stubborn and he'd give them nothing. He huffed and tested his arms in the straight jacket, he really hated it. He hated that he couldn't use his legs. "Let me upstairs and I'll calm down." There. Negotiating. Ten only wanted things if they could be done on his terms and his say so.

He may have been happy to be submissive in bed but in day to day life, he liked control. "I'll be good." Eh. Maybe. Unless he could run for it and hide. "When do I get to drink? My throat hurts."