<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The horrible idea of what 'upstairs' might mean traveled through her mind as she continued to try and pull her feet away from him until it was freed only by him setting it down. Soon her legs were tied up again with the tape and Patrick's hands grabbed on her small frame, easily putting her over his shoulder. Her soft hair fell around her face as he moved her, body bumping lightly against items as they moved up the steps and into the kitchen. What upset Ice most about the moment, was how normal his home seemed. That he felt like <i>this </i>was normal. <br/>
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Patrick then went on to continue asking her if this was 'nice'. Spending time together in the home. The mention of taking a shower sounded great but she knew he'd never let her do it alone and the idea of him touching her body unclothed made her want to vomit. A kiss was placed to her forehead and then again later to where her lips were behind the gag. Soft tears filled in her eyes as he kept calling her pretty and beautiful. Ice didn't want his affection. She wanted to go home. When he asked her if she wanted an orange, she shook her head no, trying to speak but only getting out a small quiet sound. "ung."<br/>
Sniffling a bit she felt her throat go tight, the gag making her jaw hurt as she wined and squirmed in the chair. </span></span>