It was man who helped you

The door to the shed opens, and you see the man who helped you earlier. He looks relieved to see you awake and comes over to check on you.

"Hey there, girl. How are you feeling?"

You whinny and tug at the cuffs and gag, hoping that he'll understand that you need them removed. But he just looks at you sadly and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, girl. I still don't know how to take those things off. But don't worry, I'll find someone who can help you."

You feel a sense of despair wash over you as you realize that you're still trapped in your ponygirl outfit. You try to communicate with the man, but the bit in your mouth prevents you from speaking.

The man seems to sense your frustration, and he pats your mane gently. "Don't worry, girl. I'll take care of you. You're safe here."

But you don't feel safe. You feel trapped and helpless, unable to communicate with anyone and unable to escape your situation. You start to wonder if you'll ever be able to get out of this place and find freedom.