“Really? This is, this is what we're going to do today?” I question Mr Ogre.

“Well, I have work to do, and you don't really have any work to do.” He explains.

“Who's fault is that?” I complain.

“It's your fault for being so efficient!”

We banter back and forth a bit more before he shoves a large white cloth in my mouth. I try to tell him to push it in more, but he doesn't understand my humming. He wraps one of my black stockings around my head, securing the cloth in my mouth. I attempt to suggest winding the stocking around my head multiple times, ma... Show more