Eat

You squirm forward so that you can gnaw at the disgusting meat.

It's quite a lot of work. Your mouth is weak and numb from being **** uncomfortably open for so long, and the meat is tough. Without hands, it's difficult to separate bites from the hunk. Kistel watches you from atop a crate, chatting idly.

"You know, Dreg, I often wonder whether we really made the right choice with this crew. I mean, everyone gets along very well. It all works great, and everyone's great at their jobs. But that just means that when people do get too riled up, it's an explosive environment, you know? Chullians aren't really made for spaces this confined.

"But I guess things will be a lot better now that you're here. I went back to the markets before we left, you know, and picked up some special gel? Maive will berate me for 'wasting' the money, but they know how important crew harmony is, or they wouldn't be captain. It's a healing agent. It's supposed to massively promote healing in epithelial tissue in your organism type -- basically, it solves our chafing issue. Once your third hole is ready, and with this healing agent, we'll hardly have to hold back at all. I can't wait. Finally, we might have some peace around here! I'm so glad you joined the crew, Dreg."

You don't share that opinion, but think it best not to say anything.

As soon as you finish the meat, Kistel shoves the gag back into your mouth, pulling it as viciously tight as before. Then they cut the ropes off your body, toss you over one shoulder, and head out of the room.