Judging from the fear in her eyes... yes.

You watch Karen carefully, from pale, wide-eyed face to agitated, tapping toes. The rack framed her nervous disposition perfectly, a looming iron monster that dwarfed the woman within it, reaching and groping and taking hold of her. Pinned down in rope and leather as she was, she nevertheless stopped struggling, her green eyes bespeaking the sure knowledge that even if she did, she could be commanded into stillness with but a word.

'Alright,' you say eventually, allowing a hint of a smile to come to your lips. 'Message received, I suspect.'

You step forward, up onto the base of the rack, to better look Karen in the eye. She actually flinches away from you now, the reality of your pull on her mind stamped indelibly across every inch of her body, but you won't be denied. In this case, you don't even need to touch her.

'Do not look away from me,' you say, your voice low and not even particularly forceful, but Karen rushes to obey anyway. The understatement of it all clearly bruises her ego, but she doesn't resist; her lip simply trembles as she looks you full in the face. You continue, 'stare what's happening to you in the eye, Miss Gillan. Do you know what I'm going to do to you, dear?'

'I think...' Karen begins, but stops almost immediately, swallowing and fighting back tears. 'I think you're going to hurt me. To... to r-**** me...'