You sleep

Your dreams are not of home this time. Several nightmares of being tied up and abused keep you from really getting good sleep.

When you wake you are pleasantly surprised to find your bindings loosened, but not by much. It looks like your stretching did some good work.

You sit up and feel the dried cum on your face, cringing heavily at the feeling. You wrack your brain wondering how you can manage to clean it up with no mobility in your arms. You could rub your face on your knees, and transfer the problem from one place to another, or you could do the same thing to your bedroll, leaving you with no clean space to sleep. You sigh long and hard, deciding to use your bound knees. Although you can barely bend them enough to reach your face, you make the best of a bad situation, scraping the caked-on mess off of your cheeks and forehead.

Only after you "clean up" do you feel the hunger pains in your stomach. When you first got here you were determined to starve rather than cooperate, now your resolve has been shaken. You're surrounded by sadistic women with dicks who have a tendency for face-**** when you're uncooperative. You take another hard look at the mannequins knowing no matter what decision you make it will be humiliating. Your empty stomach is screaming at you to swallow your pride and play the lotto with these crazy sex toys for some soup. You've never wanted soup more in your life than this very moment.