In the grand scheme of things, being tied up head to toe, staked to the ground, locked in a cage, and muzzled wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to Oryx today. She was still alive [i]and[/i] she had bitten three fingers off the squat one who tried to muzzle her, so yeah...could be worse. Granted, the lacerations and sprains she could live without but eh, you roll with the punches.

[i]"That sandy bitch bit off my damn [b]fingers[/b] Duwain! Why won't you let me kill it!"[/i] screamed the aforementioned squat thing at one could only assume was its superior, a larger squat with almost no facial hair to speak of. Which was odd quite frankly, she'd never seen one without it. Not that she truly minded, it always took forever to digest and tasted like very bad grease.

The alpha was smart, dastardly so. It was his idea to use the chains, real quality type too, to keep her in bondage and from what little he spoke of it was apparent he was saving her for something...lucrative. It had vermin written all over it and Oryx would be much more vocal of her predicament if she wasn't trying to force bile up to her secondary mouth. The chains were iron, but leather would burn in no time. From there she would improvise.