GagMeNow

She could have sworn she heard it again. The familiar sound of footsteps trampling carpets of autumn leaves just outside of her window. How many seasons had gone by with that distinct crunch blocked out, barred from existence, as disregardable white noise? But to the world outside of the damnably insulated walls of her home it was her existence that struggled to be noticed.

The muscles of her neck, despite their dull constant ache, heaved up her head in a struggle that made the task look herculean. Her left cheek, swollen above her gag, was a tad damp from the wet splotch on the rug she'd been sobbing into. Her back arched slightly into the tension of her cruelly diligent hogtie, allowing her lungs to siphon air in deeper measure through a pair of flared nostrils. If someone, anyone, was walking by she needed them to hear her.

For a half-step her eyes, stung red by tears, blinked closed as the collection of air in her chest wound itself in a dense bubble. Her eyes flew open once more as all that precious oxygen was blasted like cannonfire out of her chest, a grapeshot of noise filtered through exhausted and strained vocal chords. From her perspective that scream was like dragon's breath, a shrill and horrible cry that under any other circumstance could have laid waste to a small village of innocents. But this dragon was muzzled, and the barrier of her gag once again kept her fiery shouts for salvation tucked in the bowels of her throat, penetrating the seemingly indomitable walls of her gag in meek, stifled bleats more befitting of a lost lamb.

Indeed this gag was her mortal enemy. The very same pair of cozy socks she always wore to fend off the chills of upcoming winter months had been unceremoniously seized from her feet, bundled together, and rammed deep into her mouth. The unwanted intrusion was like a dense boulder that only grew heavier over the hours of uncontrollably salivating against the sordid laundry. She yearned with every tear that rolled down the surface of her gag for the relief of being able to rest the expended and weary muscles of her jaw.

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