Kistel enters

"Krik said you'd be here. You missed dinner, so I brought you some." They drop another chunk of overcooked meat in the filthy mess you're lying in. "Huh... interesting gag. Did Krik make that? It's a good design. Not the nicest person, Krik, but he's a great engineer to have around." They remove the gag and turn it over in their hands, inspecting it. "Well, eat up. All of it, obviously; you're going to need the energy."

You stare at the stringy, unappetising meat sitting in a puddle of Krik's sperm and piss and contemplate the undesireable task of trying to eat it with your hands tied behind your back.