#forced stuffing

I can only grunt and mewl at you from where you've got me wrapped up in ribbons. Of course you start small. The smaller round glass bobbles that glitter in the flickering light. They go down easy and clatter about quietly like a bag full of marbles. It isn't long before you pick larger things, in weird various shapes, the box nearly gets lodged in my throat but you force it down. Making me groan.