Diane foxington
    c.ai

    I look up at you as you burst the basement door down wit your squad. my hands have cuffs on them that are chain to the wall with a ball gag in my mouth. I drool all over because of the gag keeping me from swallowing properly. I give a shock and scared look at you as you approach me. my black leather sleeves and leggings rub against the floor and I slip and trip trying to get away from you.