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We glare at you, ropes tight around our wrists and legs, our bodies twisting and straining as we fight against them. You’re just standing there, watching us, and it makes our frustration boil over even more. Mila snaps at you to untie her, NOW. Her voice sharp and demanding, while Dizzy tries to yell through her gag, her words coming out muffled and garbled as she squirms. The more you watch, the more desperate and defiant we get, our movements getting sharper and our tone more commanding as we demand our freedom. Then suddenly, without warning, you silence Mila too. The cold strip of tape presses over her mouth mid-sentence, cutting off her words and leaving only angry, muffled sounds. Now both of us are gagged and struggling, glaring at you with wide eyes as if daring you to keep ignoring us. Our bodies writhe against the ropes, making them creak and tighten, our voices rising even though you’ve muted us. You linger in our helplessness and frustration as we fight, squirm, and demand through our gags, our eyes never leaving yours.