Patrick felt a rush of adrenaline when he seized her. She was so pretty and soft and smelled nice, though her scent was blended with those from the bar.<br/><br/>But she was in his grasp. Controlled. Whimpering, even. He thought he heard some. Her mouth was soft against his palm. His fingers dug into her cheek as he moved her.<br/><br/>She lost a heel on the way, which gave Patrick an idea. He stopped moving her.<br/><br/>"Kick the shoes off. Both of them," he growled, trying to sound as menacing as possible.<br/><br/>He waited for her to go barefoot, then he started again, walking to his Lexus.<br/><br/>"I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. When I do, open wide and say 'aaah.' Understand? Nod your head if you do."<br/><br/>This was going great so far. What a rush.<br/><br/>The gun was loaded but the safety wad on. But Ice didn't need to know that.<br/><br/>He fished out a large pad of cheesecloth from his jeans pocket. As soon as Ice would open her mouth wide on command, Patrick would fill her mouth with the cheesecloth.