Gag

"You don't need any help?"

"No, just.. piss off"

"No help at all, are you sure?"

"No I don't want any 'help'," Evellyn snaps back.

You grin at yourself, she walked right into the verbal trap you placed, and you move like a blur to ensure the trap snaps shut. You flash back and forth across a huge distance faster than the eye can see, and when you return to your perch on the rock Evellyn begins letting out a series of muffles, ranging the gamut from shocked and embarrassed to red-hot anger. A black leather strap is secured around her head, holding a ballgag tightly in place in her mouth. A strained sentence, possibly to be interpreted as 'what the fuck', can be heard coming from behind the bright-red ball.

"You didn't want any help, so I made sure you can't ask anyone for it."

Evellyn muffles angrily, and redoubles her efforts to try and get her hands free, while futily shaking her head attempting to loosen the ball gag.

As she struggles in place you appear behind her to administer a handful of friendly spanks, vanishing from sight before she manages to spin around and kick in your direction. You're entirely gone from view.

Evellyn halts, standing in place as the situation sinks in. Naked, gagged, hands behind her back and far from home. The empty, silent fields around her merely seem to emphasize her predicament.