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She met the eyes of her captor with the meekest of whimpers, and he returned her with a sadistic grin that solidified all the intentions he'd made thus far. She'd dully shake her head, it was the only action she had any energy left for. Her body was aching from the meticulously tied ropes lashed over her body for the better half of an entire hellish day now. She felt like she could have given up her complete freedom for a single glass of water, but that cutting glare his eyes beamed toward her made it clear that the evilly packed sponge wasn't going to leave her mouth any time soon. Her tears had dried, and though in her misery she wanted to cry, to wail, to kick and punch, her exhaustion and defeat consumed her, mummified her entire being into a state of complacency that she felt disgusted in herself for. Even as he approached, ready to fulfill all of those devious promises he made to her, she could only stare and whine...

That's a perfect mouth if I've ever seen one

There is no need to waste money on travel tickets

“What’s with all the whining and complaining you slut? Henry said. You have a purpose now. Soon, my friends are going to be home to watch hockey and it would be a shame that they would have to put their coats on the floor… this is where you come handy. You will be our perverted coat hanger.”