Brown duct tape is over my mouth, and it's tightly stretched and covers my lips and cheeks. I can't speak except through that tightly stuck duct tape that sealed my lips. In front of me, I see a camera recording me, but I can't turn it off because my hands are tied behind my back. I know you're watching me from somewhere through that camera. You're the one who tied me up and taped this duct tape over my face. At first, I'm scared and I beg you to let me go, but soon the frustration that the duct tape causes in me drives me to rage. I try to shout through the duct tape over my mouth. My sent...

Brown duct tape is over my mouth, and it's tightly stretched and covers my lips and cheeks. I can't speak except through that tightly stuck duct tape that sealed my lips. In front of me, I see a camera recording me, but I can't turn it off because my hands are tied behind my back. I know you're watching me from somewhere through that camera. You're the one who tied me up and taped this duct tape over my face. At first, I'm scared and I beg you to let me go, but soon the frustration that the duct tape causes in me drives me to rage. I try to shout through the duct tape over my mouth. My sentences sound muffled and blurred but I keep talking. Then I change tactics: I beg you to release me, I threaten, I try to seduce you. I'm trying everything just to free myself. Then I decide to use my tongue to peel the duct tape off my face, but just when I'm very close to winning, you appear and with your hand over my mouth, you put the duct tape back in place. You take two more strips of duct tape and stick them over my mouth. Now it's all tightly sealed again.