Merula's expression said it all. When she was told I'd have her drooling for more, this was clearly not what she had in mind. She didn't have to like the situation, but knew to keep her protests to a minimum. She could see the piles of chain nearby and her situation could only get worse. Instead Merula put her efforts twards trying to escape. The mitts on her hands keeping them tethered behind her with her fingers unable to do anything to help. In the end all Merula managed to do is create a large pool of drool under her gag. If she only knew how much bigger it would be before the night was over.
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