The contract did say whatever, which meant Lindsey had seen himself made to suffer through his share of rituals as well. Not tonight though, that much was obvious.

Stripping down the rest of his clothing, he put it all onto the bed then walked over to the indicated spot, head down but shoulder tense. He turned around and got onto his knees, but that was when he lifted his head and held it high.

He wasn't looking to Sam, he wasn't disobeying, but he wasn't cowed either. As a matter of fact, he barely stopped himself from making a retort to Sam's threat. Instead, he closed his hands into fists and placed them over his tense thighs as he waited.