"You are going to be my personal play toy. We, or at least I, should have a lot of fun. Now come along."

He leads you to a dorm room. Like the secretary has hinted, it's a mess. You are torn between screaming about being forced to clean it up to demanding you be allowed to start right away so you don't have to stay in a pigsty for a minute longer than necessary.

However either option will have to wait. "Drink this." Rather nice tasting really. "Now that means when you are digested, you will reappear here. So even if you escape, you will not escape long. Sooner or later, and most likely sooner, you will be digested and will come back to me."

"Now we can do this the hard way or the pleasant way. You want to fight against being a slave, you will just suffer and end up a slave anyway. I remember my mother who insisted I eat pie with a form. We really had a battle over it. I missed out on a lot of pie, suffered punishments that were painful, humiliating, and just plain nasty, and I ended up eating pie with a fork anyway.
"I can treat you the same way, and you will end up doing as told eventually anyway, but it will be much easier on you if you just accept you are my property right away.
"So are you going to be a good girl?"

He is likely right. Your chance of escape looks tiny. Probably best to get on with your new life, no matter how lousy it is going to be.
Still, tiny as is your chance of escape, it is a chance, and a much bigger one than if you surrender now. It will be brutal, and success most unlikely, but just maybe you can recover your freedom.