Offer to let her go.

“Well, if you want to get out, then get out!” you tell Doe angrily. “Whose idea was this, anyway? YOURS! You want to back out now? There’s the door!”

You sit in your chair and swivel it around so that your back is to Doe. For several long minutes you can hear her crying softly. Finally, she says, “John?”

“What?” you answer, not turning around.

“I’m sorry, John. You’re right.”

The tone of Doe’s voice makes you turn around. She’s still on the floor, back to the wall, as she was before. Her blouse is off, and she’s used it to wipe off her face. Without the smeared makeup and drying come, she looks almost human again.

“I made a bet,” Doe says, “and I said I’d do anything. I just…just didn’t think you’d hurt me, John. I’ll do what you want, but don’t hurt me anymore. Not like that, anyway.”

“What are you saying?” you ask.

Doe wipes her nose with her blouse. It’s still running. “If you want to fuck my ass, I won’t stop you. If you want to pull my hair, I won’t stop you. If you want to come on my face…if you want to use me, I won’t stop you, but don’t treat me like an animal, John. Please.”