this sick smirk on my face is violently ripped open into a gapping grin. the saliva on my teeth dully glints in the dark. i toss a rope gag onto the bed. "the rope is wrapped around tampons. as you salivate they will expand taking up the space in the hole in your face that you might use to scream," the pride in my crafts manship comming accross in my voice as i stoop over your bed gripping the foot board with both hands. "put it on."
i stick the knife in your bed to add emphasis to my statement and stretch the rope out in my hands trying to judge how much i will need. this is when i notice my tongueswiching back and forth behind my teeth. this is even better than i thoughtit would be.