Complain

Your head still aching, you start to complain, saying it wasn't your fault, saying you're not even sure why you're there. That you hardly deserved a bottle smashing over your head.

The woman listens to you intently. "Oh, dear, I see what the problem is..." She stands up, and starts looking around the room. "Ahhh, here's what you need," she says, her back to you, so you can't see whatever it is she's found.

She kneels down beside you, and you see she has a red ball gag in her hand. "This will stop you complaining,"she says, as she brings it toward your mouth. "I wouldn't have minded if your repartee had been vaguely witty."