Mandy quickly grabbed the laces from behind him and knotted them tightly together. “There! That’ll fix him,” Mandy said vengefully. “Baby will keep this pacifier in his mouth until Baby learns to shut the fuck up!” she declared triumphantly.
Kim was stunned by the pacifier’s sudden invasion of his mouth and the force with which it was smashed against his lips and crammed against his tongue by the tight shoelace. He gagged at the faint taste of old rubber and ancient sour milk that permeated his mouth and seemed to creep up the back of his throat and into his sinuses. Kim reached to loosen the bow behind his head, but Mandy slapped his groping hand, saying, “Oh no, Baby mustn’t touch!” Kim slumped his shoulders in resignation yet again and grumbled unintelligibly through his obstructed orifice.