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gag.
He took his hand away and it stayed in my mouth. I couldn't open
my mouth wide enough to push it out with my tongue, and my hands were
still held at my sides. It tasted slightly of rubber. Hey, I thought,
beginning to wake up to what was going on. I felt him pull a strap
behind my head; he buckled it in place. A click, and he got off me.
The moment my hands were free, I reached up to pull the thing out
of my mouth, but the strap held it securely. Beginning to panic, I
reached around in back of my head to undo the buckle and my scrabbling
fingers found a miniature padlock. The strap wouldn't slide off over
my head. Again my hands went to the thing in my mouth. It wouldn't
budge. It felt like a rubber ball about the size of a racquet ball.
The strap went through the middle of it. It didn't matter that my
hands were free, I couldn't budge it. Pointlessly, I tried to say
something, I don't remember what. He turned his back on me, threw the
mosquito curtain aside, and walked out into the bedroom. I got up and
ran after him and grabbed him by the arm. I ran around in front of him
so I could make eye co
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