Refuse to obey. Your pride demands it

“So, the prince says, “there is still some fight left in the spoiled little princess, eh? That isn’t an entirely bad thing. But I will be obeyed, without question, and you will learn to fear disobeying me more than you fear any humiliation.”

With that, the prince grabs your wrists and pulls you over to the chair on which he was sitting to eat. He easily bends you over the back of the chair, with your head over the seat and your legs dangling. You try to resist, but your strength is negligible compared to his, and you are not even sure he notices your resistance.

Holding your wrists with one hand, he plucks two cloth napkins off the table with the other. Using them as improvised restraints, he ties your wrists to the front legs of the chair, down by the floor and underneath the chair rungs. You hands and arms are completely immobilized.

The prince steps behind you, and you have to look, upside down, to see him between your legs on the other side of the chair back. “Now,” he said, “lift your feet and try to rest them on the seat of the chair.