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... Show more