A dark warehouse

The back of the van has no windows so you never get a good view of where you are going. Best you could do is estimate how long they drove for, but you know they got stuck in traffic at some point so even that wouldn't be reliable. All you do know is that eventually the van pulls in to a large building of some sort and stops. The driver stops the engine and gets out while the passenger turns to the back of the van to get you.

"All right, slut, don't resist and this can be easy," the grunt warns you before he gets too close. You nod, knowing that even if you did somehow resist and escape, you have no idea where they've taken you and would have no idea where to go. As he clips the leash back on and unhooks the chain, a new Rocket grunt throws the side door open.

"Damn, she really is a babe," this new face says as he ogles your nude form in the corner.

"Yeah, we really lucked out today," your captor replies as he leads you out of the van. "Dumb slut of a trainer was already some loser rookie's sex **** when they challenged us to a double battle," he explains as he leads you away. "She was a virgin, too, before we broke her in!" he adds, hollering over his shoulder loud enough for half the building to hear him. Indeed, his last quip generates at least a half dozen cheers and whistles in response.

Once you get used to his pace you take curious looks around, trying to find any clues as to where you've been taken. You're being led down a long aisle flanked by boxes, with only occasional dim lamps to show you any information. You notice a space-themed logo on nearly all the boxes - one that you've definitely seen before. It takes a moment for it to click on where it's from, but by the time you reach the end of the aisle it comes back to you. That's the logo for the Game Corner in Celadon City! You've seen ads for it all over. They took you pretty far from home. You immediately try to think of anything or anyone that could help you get back to Pallet Town if you did somehow escape Team Rocket.

You don't get much time to mull over the idea, though, as you are next led into a waiting freight elevator. The grunt pushes a button and the elevator shudders as it descends several floors before opening to a clean reception area with a man in a slick suit sitting behind a large desk and staring at a computer monitor.

"Here's the new **** for processing," your handler comments to the man at the desk as he presents your leash in one hand and what at a glance looks like a Team Rocket ID card in the other.

The receptionist looks to be at least one if not several levels higher in the hierarchy from the peons in jumpsuits you've been around up to this point. He nonchalantly scans the ID card and returns to his computer screen, mumbling, "You know where to put her." He pushes a button under the desk and a door opens to your right which you are led through.