Patrick nodded. He was careful, though. He reattached the ankle cuff before he freed her hands. At no time was she to be totally free. Not yet.<br/><br/>After she was re-chained, he served her the breakfast, placing the plate on a folding tray that he pulled from the corner. "Eat. Before it gets cold. Don't talk. Eat. If you talk, I take the food away and put a gag in your mouth again. Understand? Just nod. Don't speak."<br/><br/>His instructions were stern but they were said in an even, almost nonchalant tone. It was just the way it was and there would be no discussion about it.<br/><br/>Patrick ate along with her, though he stood and held his plate, watching her closely.<br/><br/>"When you're done eating, stomp your feet on the floor."<br/><br/>They ate in silence, as he desired.<br/><br/>Patrick shamelessly ogled Ice. She was gorgeous, despite her hair being mussed, her makeup mostly gone and her lipstick totally gone. Despite the redness in her eyes from the tears. She still looked lovely. Her legs were so shapely, her feet so delicate and cute. She had gorgeous hands. She was simply beautiful.<br/><br/>And she was all his.<br/><br/>Patrick waited for her to stomp her feet, then he took the plate away and placed it on the card table.<br/><br/>"Big day today," he said. He grabbed a fresh sheet of cheesecloth and used the scissors on his penknife to cut a large square off.<br/><br/>"I'm going to go shopping. I should have gotten groceries before I brought you here. I apologize. I guess sometimes I get a little disorganized. Typical male, right?"<br/><br/>He chuckled and was talking to her as if this was totally normal. But it wasn't normal, as evidenced by Patrick creating another cheesecloth wad.<br/><br/>"Open your mouth."<br/><br/>He held the wad in front of her face. It was about the size of a tennis ball.<br/><br/>"Open, Ice. Nice and wide. Say 'ahhhhhh.'"