And they would deny her. She knew that because it had happened with a certain frequency that wasn't quite regular. Claudia couldn't imagine what that might do to her ability to craft the toys they demanded, or other things she was expected to do to keep Hell from getting too unruly. Just as he continued to deny her any form of release.

It wasn't anything she could undo, any more than she could remove the collar around her throat. She would need him, need them. It made her whimper with that cold knowledge. Dependency and denial. It made her swallow before she asked, "What else?"