"I thought I said to stay still." Mumbo hummed, mostly thinking aloud.

It wasn't like you could answer anyways, even if you had wanted to. His tie had been taken off and wrapped around your face before being stuffed into your mouth to keep you quiet. It hadn't muffled your screams entirely, but it had kept you quiet enough that he was more audible to the camera than you.

The texture of it in your mouth was starting to grow uncomfortable, wet fabric falling into the back of your throat and making you gag. You convulsed again, trying to fight against the natural urge to puke.

Luckily, one of his hands reached down to your lips and fished out the intrusion.

“Don't you dare bite down.” He ordered, his fingers brushing against your teeth as he emptied your mouth.

He dropped the tie down somewhere, but you were unable to focus on it, frozen under his hungry gaze.

“This is your last warning; You need to stay still. The camera can barely focus before you're ruining it again. This is the first useful thing you've ever been able to do for me, and you're still doing it wrong.”

You still, even when you shouldn't want to help him. It's worth it all for the toothy grin spreading across his face as he stops messing with the camera, eyes lowering to stare at you instead.

It takes everything in your power not to squirm under him, but you want to be good. You clench your fists but make no effort to struggle against the restraints.

"Much better. Now the camera can see how pretty you are." He cooes, a beautiful mix of praise and patronization.

The cold press of metal against your chest is shocking, and you're so surprised by it that you honestly can't tell whether or not you shook. If you did, he doesn't seem bothered, far too excited to start.