That river in Egypt

Damocles sat where he was, cuffed to the chair. He didn't have any options or good choices to help him. He couldn't see anything with the sock blindfold, but he couldn't even move without Rennala seeing it through the video call. What could he even do? It was looking more and more like this was actually going to be his life now, serving this woman as her 'pet'. He couldn't let it be so, he had to get away somehow.

Alone with his thoughts, he had time to focus on the different things he was sensing. The most prominent feeling for him at the moment was thirst. He realised he hadn't had any water since he left home yesterday, before the party. He wanted a good nice drink, and to escape from his restraints and be free of this place.

He decided to think about what he could actually do from here. He could try and escape right now. She was out of the house, so he could probably get away by the time she came back. But then she'd release the blackmail she had on him, which he really didn't want. He could wait for her to come back and escape another time, that probably gave him the best chance. He'd have to make sure that her photos were gone, that she no longer had access to his phone and bank card, and THEN he'd have to figure out how to actually get away... She had not make this easy. And then there was the option that she wanted, where he gave in and did whatever she asked, living as her pet or whatever it was. That would probably be the path of least resistence and would be the easiest on him, but it's the one he wanted the least. He wanted out of here.