The enormous female orc snorted, and loudly, on the bed, sprawled out on her back. Vi gave her a last scathing look, and started shuffling across the floor, to the door. Slow going, with his ankles bound with thick rope.
“Mmmpphhmmpphmmpmmh.” Vi grumbled, barely able to move more than a snail's pace, using his toes to do most of the muscle work, pulling himself along.
The door out of the homely, cluttered shack presented a problem. His stupid, snoring captor had tied him up, before collapsing into a noisy sleep. The blasted, overbearing creature had trussed him up tightly, and gagged him before putting him to bed again.
Heavy duty ropes pinched into his skin, squeezing his supple, slightly curvy frame. His hands were pinned tightly behind his back, ropes knotted tightly around them, and more were wound around his arms, knees, and of course his ankles. And a large, bulky, thick rag was pulled very tightly between his plush, pouty lips, gagging him.