Bell looked up at him with a frown but saw that his expression was as blank as a plain parchment, with no emotions or indication of what he planned to do. She did not question him and carefully turned around. Perhaps he did not want her to see how he would lock her in the room, Belle thought, but then she inhaled sharply when his gloved hands suddenly rested on her shoulders from behind, causing her to still like a statue.
"I... I thought you were going to punish me. Aren't you going to lock the door?" She mustered the courage to ask him when his hand was moving her hair away from her back. Without stopping what he was doing with her hair, he remarked tonelessly, "Would you rather I lock the door before I do this for you?" He asked as his hand that had tied her hair went down to the corset laces that were half tied, and Belle swirled around as if realizing something.
