"I shouldn't have been able to hear that," Don noted in faint irritation. He tugged the tape off of Abigail's mouth and pulled the panties out, placing them on the ground. He didn't forbid her to speak but neither did he speak to her. He rose and grabbed her by her raven curls, pulling her from her knees to her feet. He then forced her back down, positioning her in a sitting, rather than kneeling, position. He began to slowly untie her boots and slipped them off. He then slipped off her dirty, stinky socks and placed them on the dirty ground with her panties. He took a moment to get out a roll of tape, allowing the clothing time to pick up dirt. He then lifted it, pressed in on her cheeks and forced the panties into her soft mouth first. The socks followed one at a time. He pulled her hair up and tightly, tightly wound the tape over her mouth and around her head. When he finally cut the tape from the roll, she was in no position to make any but the faintest grunt. "There we go," he noted, patting her gagged mouth lightly. He reached down and twisted her nipple, hard. If she was properly secure, he would hear no noise from her screams.

Michael pulled his hand back. Without explanation he asked, "What was an ordinary day like for Amanda before she became a slave?"