“Oh you fuckin’ bi—” The gray face was even incapable of finishing the sentence, the ball gag being forced into his mouth and latching on with ease. The chains clung onto him and kept him still, the collar on his neck tightening until it was the perfect feel to choke him if the leash were tugged on. If his arms were free, oh, he would kill Sad, especially now that his clothes had magically disappeared off of him. “Nngh mrr mrph!” He forced out, biting hard onto the ball in hopes that it would break from the pressure on it.
But no. Hater had no way out of this…
Sad had flinched. But the silence that followed his initial words hit her like a wall. She didn't dare look, head turned away and eyes pinched shut, until his sounds of struggle reached her. Sad lowered her arms that had lifted to shield her face, and turned to look at her tormentor. Or, at least, former tormentor for now. A flush krept into her cheeks as she noted his.. erm. Lack of clothes. And she didn't really have anything to cover him up with.. Guilt boiled in her stomach, and, terrified to touch him, she crouched and grasped the leash, unsure of what to do at first.