Martha's eyes widened, and she made an effort to control the tremors that were beginning throughout her body. "I said no, Martha. No. Remove your hand off my shoulder." Martha was successful in doing so, but by that point it was too late; she had already been engulfed in the throes of release, and he was aware of this fact. "Bad girl," he muttered, his eyes twinkling in the dimming light as the light began to flicker. "You are going to have to serve your punishment now." Another trap has been prepared. She was aware of it, but there was nothing she could do. "I will send Richard an invitation...