[he finds himself unconsciously pressing into any contact the men give him, even as he's being dragged. even as he's being drugged again. try as he might to resist that urge, his needy body is ignoring his attempts to keep some measure of control.

he can't strictly try to escape, thanks to the curse, but there's nothing technically rebellious about getting a handle on his circumstances. so the moment the guards are out he scrambles out of the bed, knowing that if he's going to manage anything at all it will have to be before the second dose kicks in enough to fuck him up to the point of utter uselessness. this gives him at least a few minutes to investigate the kink dungeon before his shaky legs go out from under him.]