"You will not get far."
"I will not get far?"
"No."
"What do you mean?" demanded the girl, her face assuming a ghastly hue.
"You are not the master of your own movements."
The look that overspread the beautiful girl's face was pitiful to behold, and she exclaimed in a tone of heartbreaking sadness:
"Then you have betrayed me."
"No, I have not betrayed you. I have simply made you my prisoner."
"I am your prisoner?"
"Yes."