The mark of a Female Inferior

He's holding a red ball gag and a metal collar.
Randy gasps.

She's heard of such things...used by deviants online.
She's a 'missionary and, I guess, doggystyle if you bring a limo' kind of lady.

She also has no choice.

The man approaches her with both objects and tells her to lower her head.
She does so.

He puts the collar on her neck- brushing her hair out of the way- and puts it on tight.
The collar isn't choking her, but there's also no forgetting that it is on!

He makes her open her mouth and puts the red ball gag between her teeth.

The gag is strapped on tightly, just like that collar.

'I hate this. Why are they doing this to me?!?'

"Hands. In front. Together," the man says.
Randy obeys.

He ties her hands together with rope from another drawer.
Nice and tight again.

"We're taking you to someone who can handle you now," he says, grabbing the rope's other end.

Randy looks at the man with the gun.
He glares at her.

She lets herself be led outside by them, not liking a second of it...

'This can't get worse...can it,' she thinks.