You are being ambushed by bandits.

Maybe you are a merchant whose stock is being robbed, or maybe you're some kind of noble who has a ransom out on her. The circumstances don't matter, what do is that you've found yourself in a bit of trouble.

One moment you were peacefully travelling, the next, masked figures leapt out of the surrounding undergrowth and quickly overwhelmed your carriage. Before you can even cry out for help, one of them is upon you, a gloved hand clamping over your mouth and the other bodily hauling you out onto the ground. You struggle, of course, but your captor is much too strong and all you can do is tire yourself out.

In your struggles, you don't hear your captor - a man, seemingly - shout to the other bandits until one of them tosses a length of rope to him. With a shove, he has you pushed down onto the ground, where he lets go of your mouth to instead pull both of your arms behind your back.

"Someone help!" You cry, even though nobody else was around to help, only serving to irritate your captors.

"Someone get me something to shut her up," the original man growls, and above your head, you hear something else being tossed. The bandit takes a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back, before he shoves a wad of cloth between your lips as you cry out in shock. Before you can spit it out, another cloth is tied tightly between your teeth, preventing you from spitting the fabric out.

With your cries well-silenced, the bandit continues what he was doing earlier - binding your arms tightly behind your back with rough rope. Then your elbows (which is a strain), and then your ankles and knees. By the time he's done, you are thoroughly unable to move, and an easy target for him to toss over his shoulder. To your surprise, he carries you (kicking and screaming into your gag, of course) to a small cart that one of his companions had brought from the side of the road. At first, you think he's going to toss you next to the crates, but to your horror he instead sets you down and gets to opening one.

When the crate is open, you are once again unwillingly lifted and unceremoniously dumped into the cramped space. He arranges you on your side, with your legs bent so you can fit in the box. Without a word in response to your incredulous "mmph!!"s, he has the lid of the crate placed back in its rightful place, sealing you in.