“You won’t get away with this! The stuff I have is enough to sink your entire operation! You’re all going to jail and I-“
 
“Gag her.”
 
“Hey! W-what are you do-MMmphh!! Ngggh!” You press the silver tape across her mouth, silencing her cries. Your fingers tease out the small inclines of the tape and smother the tape across her lips which visibly showed against the gag. She lets out muffled sounds of protests, pulling against the tape surrounding her bound hooves and around her chest. Who could have known that someone was onto your little scheme? A chill ran down your spine as you thought about how close you were to getting caught. You thank your lucky star and that bottle of beer that she had tripped over; causing the ruckus that alerted you to your unwanted voyeur. All of her notes, pictures and that awfully cheap looking camera now rest in a pile of ashes as one of your compatriots continued tossing her polaroids into the fire. “Mmmph! Fmmk Umhgh!” She thrashed about, trying to feebly kick at you with her bound hind legs.
 
Had a little fight in her, you liked that. “Come on boys, we’ve still got an appointment to meet with our dealer. We’ll deal with this one later.” Your boss called out. On your way out, you gave your bound captive a final once-over; she was rather cute. And as you began to close the door, a smirk crosses your features.
 
If her stare was a dagger…
 
What do?