No matter how scared she was, tomorrow would still arrive as scheduled.
Early in the morning, someone delivered new equipment. He took the ominously dark box and opened it in front of her, revealing several strips of equally dark leather straps fixed together, with a red ball about the size of a ping-pong ball in the center. He walked to her bedside, his cold eyes looking down at her, "Open your mouth."
She didn't know what it was, but she was instinctively afraid. Her body desperately shrank back, shaking her head.
He was impatient, leaned forward and pinched her mouth open with one hand. She let out a pained hum, but his hand was as unyielding as an iron clamp.
