Try to reason with Krik

"Krik, I -- "

Krik backhands you, knocking you to the floor. "Do I look like I care what a dreg has to say?" they snarl. "I take enough shit from everyone else on this crew, what makes you think I'm gonna take any from you? Now stop lazing about on the floor and do what you're told! Actually, I have something that might work for that chatty mouth of yours. Follow me."

Krik storms off to rummage around in a crate. They withdraw 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.

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, listen -- your job is to move those crates over there. Get to work."