Obey

You collapse to the floor, making the most of your rest. You know there's absolutely no way you'll be ready to push the crates back after just ten minutes, but what choice do you have except to try? Krik watches you arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

"Alright," they say after a period of time that felt way too short, "break's over. Back to work."

You get up and push your weight against a crate, but it barely moves. Krik snorts. "You really are weak, aren't you? Well, that makes sense; you were bought because you're a set of three holes to take our cocks, not because you were expected to be useful. I'll get this done myself. You can go."

You leave before they can change their mind.

The cargo hold opens onto a narrow corridor. You could go left or right. You don't know your way around the ship, but you know you came in from the left.