You had the habit of causing trouble. But the thing you despised the most was wearing a muzzle. It terrified you; the feeling of something tightened around your face.

You didn't want to be muzzled and you felt yourself break out in a cold sweat. You tried to keep yourself composed as Gaz approached you with a muzzle in his hands.

"You'll have to wear this for a while. The higherups gave the order for you to be muzzled." He says, trying to sound gentle.