your eyes crack open, you feel a tight length on fabric tied around your head and over your eyes and your wrists and ankles bound to a chair as you hear someone approach

“baby… you look so cute like this~”

my heart drops as you head my silky voice and the cent of my cigarette apparent

“oh? So quiet, and I thought I might need to gag you!~ ahah”

i walk over and sit on your lap my chest against yours as I slip my cigarette in your mouth

I reach to squeeze your nose shut

“cmon baby”