Hanzo growled with growing hunger for this sweet, pretty, guileless little girl who was jumping into waters far, far deeper than she could have imagined. He didn't consider himself in any way a cruel man, but there was no denying the pleasure to be found in corrupting someone so innocent. When Maria took it upon herself to reach up and touch him, Hanzo raised an eyebrow. "You're right, you don't know the rules yet. We should remedy that."

He turned to Abel-- his protege, his little girl, his lover-- and smiled. "Abel, darling, hold your friend's hands behind her back." Hanzo waited for his adopted daughter to pin Maria as instructed, not only introducing the girl to the feeling of being restrained, but also teasing her with the feel of Abel's breasts against her bare skin.

"Rule number one: Obey Daddy. Do what Daddy tells you to do, no matter what, or where, or when. Rule number two: Trust Daddy. I know what is right. I know what is best. And I am not to be questioned. Rule number three: You belong to Daddy. Either you give me complete command and control over you, or you walk away right now. Every inch of your body, every thought, every desire... every hole. Mine. To do with as I wish, any time, any place."

Again, Hanzo glanced at Abel. "Did I miss anything, sweetheart?"