'pet'

Inside the room. there was a big surgery kind of table in the center, which you can find in a vet clinic, on the top of it, there's a naked woman lying on it, unconsciously.

'What is this?' asked Natasha twisting the man's arm more tightly.
'It's.. It's.. It's Mrs. Tompson pet like I said, I anesthetize it, so i can clean it up and put the accessories back on her. I'm not lying, please stop hurting me.' cried the man

Clearly, this so called 'pet' is a female **** probably own by some rich people, in Caedelis slavery is still legal, these **** are mostly comes from poor people with dept or criminal that want to avoid attention that end up selling themself to the **** market, then the rich people will buy them and own them for variuos purpose, such as sex or labor.

'Where's the cage?' asked Natasha still holding the man's arm
'There' pointing at a big cage which is already sitting on the luggage track , it is half the height of a regular size person, Natasha can imagine the **** will have to crawl on all four to get into it. 'Once it is ready, press the buttom, and the track will deliver to the next room for security check.' 'However, if you think of hiding in it, you won't succeed, as I told you only registered item will passed, which is this female and these accessories attached on her can pass through the checking ,anything that did not match the transport report will cause the security attention, they will find you.' cried the man
'Let me worried about that, where's the transportation report?' asked Natasha
'It's over there at the table' 'Wait, you' not going......'just before the staff can finished his sentence, Natasha hit his neck knocking him out of counscious.

Natasha walk toward the table, she saw the report paper that the staff is talking about. She pick it up and look at it.