Ugh—I told you I didn’t want to do this. Typical. You’ve got me tied up, ankles roped together, wrists bound tight behind my back… and I’m already over it. Rolling my eyes, pouting, demanding you untie me like the brat I am. But you don’t listen. Of course you don’t. Instead? You shove a ball gag into my mouth, cutting off my bratty little complaints and turning my attitude into muffled, panicked pleads. You like me better like this, don’t you? Helpless. Frustrated. Silenced. I thrash, I wiggle, I squirm against the ropes, making pathetic, gagged little noises—knowing full well that it only makes you enjoy it more. Eventually, my energy fades, and I’m left breathing hard through my nose, drool slipping past the corners of my mouth, totally defeated. No more bratty demands. Just soft, hopeless little whimpers as the scene slowly fades… leaving me gagged, bound, and completely at your mercy.