<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The idea of holding strong stuck in Ice's head as she shook her head as Patrick began to speak, but when his voice got loud with her, she became scared. Whimpering she opened her mouth just a little, causing him to force it open more as he shoved the cloth farther back than he did the first time. Ice gagged against his fingers and the cloth, tears watering up in her cloud grey eyes. The young woman was expecting the tape to be followed but instead he pulled out this black band. At first it looked way too small to fit around her face, but some how he made it fit. <br/>
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A crushing feeling filled her cheeks and jaw as the band constricted her facial movements while the cloth in it's position farther back didn't help either. Patrick dared her to scream, Ice making a small noise that was barely heard as she looked up at him. Soon her hands were locked again, though this time they were apart, leaving her on the cot as he commented on how dirty her feet had gotten. Ice didn't care about the cleanliness of her dainty feet, but Patrick seemed to. Quickly he left the cage and returned back with a bucket. At first Ice was worried about what he had in mind but the worry turned to confusion as he sat down and began to wash her feet. <br/>
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Little painted toes that once were grey were now back to their soft ivory color. A little wiggle ensued as he rubbed against the soles as Ice was a little ticklish. As he kissed her feet, she blushed and tried to pull herself away from him as she felt it was weird. But his hold on her dainty digit was stronger than her and didn't move much when she tried. 'Happy' the word floated around in her head as she shook her head, not thinking that was possible. She tried to speak but with the efficient gag, all that cold be heard was a quiet "Hm." </span></span>