Flee

You bolt for the door. You have no chance.

Krik closes the distance between you in a single leap, tackling you to the floor. "You are an insolent little dreg, aren't you?" they growl in your ear. "Let's see if we can take that out of you." They get up and grab your ankles, dragging you face-down across the floor over to the crates.

{If Gagged = false} Krik rummages about in a crate and withdraws a thick rubber ring, shaped like a very fat donut, and some kind of cord. "Let's see if this fits." They tie both ends of the cord through the donut, producing a primitive ball gag with a hole in the middle. {endif}

{If Gagged = false} It takes some effort to shove the gag into your mouth, since it's a little too large, but Krik manages. Your jaws are **** painfully wide. Krik viciously yanks on the cord to tighten it, drawing your lips back and stretching them. "This mouth was a bit too small for my liking last night. Maybe this will help with that, too. Now... your job." {endif}

Krik pulls a roll of cord from a crate and uses it to tightly bind your arms together behind your back, wrist to elbow. They then wind the cord around your body, around your breasts, around your hips and thighs and between your legs. The ends of the cord are tied to little hooks on the bottom of the crate.

"I'm going to breakfast. When I get back, I expect this crate to be over there, and I'll tie you to the next one. If this crate isn't over there, there will be consequences."

Krik leaves the room.