"Silenced"

Amalia's eyes blazed with fury as she gazed up at James, her mind racing with a desire for revenge. Without thinking, she spat at him, the saliva landing on his cheek. "You're a monster," she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. "A pathetic, weak excuse for a human being." James's expression didn't change, but his eyes flickered with anger. He reached out and grabbed the tissue from the table beside the bed, his movements economical and precise. Amalia tried to move away, but she was bound too tightly. She could only watch in horror as James approached her, the tissue clutched in his hand. He forced the tissue into her mouth, shoving it deep between her teeth. Amalia gagged, her tongue recoiling in disgust. She tried to spit it out, but James was relentless. He held her mouth open, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he worked the tissue deeper into her mouth. Finally, he managed to get the tissue far enough back that it was almost unbearable. Amalia's eyes watered as she felt a surge of panic. She was going to be gagged. James then took a length of cloth and wrapped it around her head, securing the gag in place. He tightened the cloth with a vicious tug, making a knot at the back of her head. The knot was excruciatingly tight, making her scalp ache. The gag was agony. Amalia's mouth was stretched wide, her tongue and lips compressed by the cloth. She couldn't talk, couldn't even make a sound. All she could do was lie there, helpless and enraged, as James watched her with an unreadable expression. Her anger and frustration boiled over, but all that came out was a muffled series of grunts and whimpers. She thrashed her head back and forth, trying to loosen the gag, but it only seemed to tighten. Tears of rage and frustration pricked at the corners of her eyes. James simply stood there, watching her struggle, his expression unyielding. He seemed to be savoring her distress, enjoying her helplessness. Amalia's eyes locked onto his, burning with a fury she couldn't express. She was trapped, silenced, and at his mercy. As the minutes ticked by, Amalia's anger gave way to despair. She was completely at James's mercy, and she had no idea what he had planned for her. She thought of Elias, and her heart ached with worry. Would she ever see him again? The room seemed to close in around her, the walls pressing in on her from all sides. Amalia's mind reeled with fear and frustration, her body straining against the restraints. But she was trapped, silenced, and helpless. All she could do was lie there, and wait for whatever James had planned for her.