He lead me down a hall and stopped at a door to open it. He silently urged me in and closed the door behind me.

"Alright," he said, "I'm going to take off your blindfold so it won't get wet. You've been a good boy so far, Sai."

He gently reached behind my head to untie the blindfold.

He knew my name. I must've met him in the past...

He slowly removed the towel with care. Then, I saw his face. It was the same face I had seen a few nights before. It even wore that same smile. That smile that had a sense of displacement that most brush off.

My eyes got wide, and I myself almost threw up again at the sudden spike in anxiety. He smiled even wider, acknowledging my reaction.

"What? Do you remember me?" he taunted.

Oh, I remember alright.

I nodded my head, telling him I did.

"Hm. I should ungag you, no? You kinda threw up a little, huh? I smell of nothing but bile. Ew."

I did nothing but look away from him, my pride horribly wounded.

"It's okay. They all do that in the beginning. You were very drunk last night."

His tone, warming in every way, felt so fake to me.

He gently put his hands behind my head where the knot that tied together the gag was. He paused.

"...Can I trust you not to bite? It would be stupid to, considering I'm your only way out."

I thought about my options for a split second, then finally deciding he was right with a nod.

He smiled wider, "Good boy."

He untied my gag, freeing my jowl from it's clutches.

I opened and closed my jaw, moving my tongue in and out of my mouth like a dog. Then, I felt it again. I remembered why I hadn't yelled in hours. The acid left to sit had burned my throat, causing severe pain. The aftertaste of the vomit plagued my mouth.

He made a disgusted face and dashed to the medicine cabinet.

"Here," he said, putting toothpaste on a toothbrush, "let me clean your mouth. Your breath smells horrible. Is this how you take care of yourself? He frowned his face, as he had gotten frustrated, "Open your mouth."

I timidly obeyed him, half heartedly opening my mouth.

He impatiently took his thumb and forced it to open wider as if he had done it all before, causing me to panic and pull away.

"Don't fight me!

I vigorously shook my head, begging him.

"Alright, lean against the door behind you." he said, his tone changing as quick as a flash again.

I obeyed and open my mouth again.

He advanced to me and gently, yet forcefully opened my jaw again and stuck the toothbrush in my mouth.