Her owner, naturally

"Well, well, well. I didn't actually believe it but here you are." It was the voice of her boss, Jack Hampton. Blindfolded, she couldn't guess where she was, but she'd know that voice anywhere. The man was not exactly the sort of manager people enjoyed working for. He was strict and demanding, overly zealous when it came to pushing the company's profits, he played favorites and office politics, and he gave off a super creepy vibe to all the women.

Ali wiggled helplessly as a pair of hands reached for her, grabbed hold of her, and lifted her from her box only to place her on a cool hard floor a moment later. She squealed softly into her gag until she heard the soft metallic click of a knife being opened. Terrified, she squirmed and yelled as best she could until the tape was cut away and the knife clicked closed again.

She relaxed as the new freedom allowed her to straighten out and stretch her legs and back, groaning into her gag the whole time.

The blindfold came away from Ali's face, leaving her temporarily blinded by the bright bulbs overhead. She was lying on a kitchen floor. There was sunlight in the window. Jack stood over her, grinning.

"I don't know how or why you did this, Ali, and I'm not thrilled about you forging my signature for the contract..." He grabbed the bound girl's breast through her t-shirt, making her gasp and squirm anew. "But now that you're actually here, actually mine," he smoothed Ali's hair away from her face with both hands, cupping her cheeks to keep her from turning away from him. "...I'm prepared to forgive a little thing like that, if you try hard not to disappoint me."

She looked up at him, feeling terribly small and powerless. Even before this whole human fucktoy nonsense, the man intimidated her. Professionally. And now he owned her in the most one-sided arrangement Ali could imagine.

He pulled a small key from an envelope that had been taped to the top of Ali's shipping crate and used it to unlock her handcuffs, setting both pairs on the nearby kitchen countertop. "Come on, Fucktoy. Let's get you cleaned up."

At her look, Jack laughed. "Yes, that is your name now. Get used to it."