You wake up in his home, which you’d gone through such lengths to flee from. You’re lying a plush rug, which you feel against every inch of your skin—you’re still naked. As the drug gradually wears off, you’re aware of more and more. Your hair is damp, still drying… you’re clean, no longer soiled by the dirt you picked up from your failed escape attempt. He bathed you while you slept. You immediately wonder if he also had his way with you, but you don’t feel any pain… and a cock as large as the tauren bull’s that you saw earlier would not be easy to take.
The rug you’re on is in front of a fireplace that is crackling away quietly, and has helped to dry you off for the last hour. In a daze, you try to crawl a little closer to it, but you’re stopped. You’re already at the max length that your chain, attached to a leather collar around your neck will allow. You look around, and realize that you’re tethered to the bedpost. There are tiny padlocks on both your collar and on the chain that’s looped around the bedpost. Any hard object could probably smash them easily, but unfortunately, you’re empty-handed. You try anyway, attempting to pry the lock away from your collar to no avail. You search for an opening on it, trying to free yourself, before realizing that he’s chained you up well. You’re a prisoner here. There is no one else in the room, and all you can do is wait...
