“Come on kid, make the tape. It’s no sweat for you.”
“f**k you,” I’d muttered with dry mouth and a squeaky voice.
The gag went back in and he had to really struggle to get it back between my teeth. I even bit him one time. He howled and pulled his hand away, then hit me with the same hand, hard across the face. I went down and he was on top of me, stuffing the salt baggie into my mouth while I cried.
“That will teach you who’s the boss, sweetheart,” he said
The second time he didn’t take the gag out, he just demanded that I do the tape. I tried to ignore him and he threatened about the cage and the chains. I turned my head away, sitting there in the chair; my hands and feet tied with clothesline, my skirt up around my thighs. My arms were over the back of the homemade chair with the
