Escape with Freckles

You can’t pass up this chance, who knows if you’d ever get another shot. Nicole is moaning on the couch as Lucas fucks her. You carefully maneuver to the half broken bottle on the ground, managing to wrap your mittened hand around the neck. Freckles gives you an inquisitive look, mouthing the word ‘what?’

You just nod towards the bedroom with the open window. You don’t want to talk and draw attention back to you. You carefully close the door after Freckles, giving the two of you a modicum of privacy.

She taps your shoulder getting your attention. She shrugs her shoulder asking once again what you’re doing. “I’m getting out of here,” you whisper. Her eyes go wide and she backs away. You carefully hold the bottle between your knees, using the sharp edges to slice at your mittens.

With one hand free, it’s easier to cut the other free. “You coming?” you ask holding up the bottle. She looks between you, the open window, and the door that leads back to her abusive owner. You’re not sure if she’s going to join you, but she finally gives you a nod and holds out her mittens.

The pads offer no resistance now that your hands are free. The last obstacle is your collars, the clasps refuse to budge probably for the same reason you can’t open the dog crate. You’re nervous handing Freckles the bottle and trusting her not to cut you as she saws through it. You wince as the glass nicks your neck, she pulls away scared. “It’s fine,” you tell her, before reaching up and managing to tear the collar the rest of the way. “Your turn.”

She gulps before handing you the bottle. Just to be sure you try her clasp, unfortunately it doesn’t come undone either. You’re nervous as you slice through her collar, imagining yourself defusing a bomb. With a final rip, Freckles is free of her shock collar. She holds the cut collar in her hands, giving you a thankful look. It drops to the floor as she wraps her arms around you.

You hold her, your naked bodies pressing together as she cries on your shoulder. You comfort her, but part of you is worried that they’ll hear her from the other room. A few minutes pass, “We’ve got to go.” She lets go, wiping tears from her eyes she nods in agreement.

Freckles and you raid Lucas’s closet. Luckily his clothes seem to fit you, they are way too big for her. You find a pair of sweats that have a drawstring, tying it around her waist since nothing else would stay up. Curious, you peek out the door. Nicole and Lucas are passed out on the couch, the tv is playing something.

“Give me one second,” you whisper to Freckles as she tries her best to hide her matted hair in a hat. Quietly you sneak into the living room. You find Lucas’s pants and manage to retrieve his wallet, then turning to Nicole’s purse just taking the whole bag.

The two of you climb out the window, and you’re free. Clothes, cash, and no collars. But what to do next? You start towards the street, but Freckles grabs your arm pointing towards the backyard. “You can talk,” you remind her.

She gulps, rubbing her neck. “Duke,” she rasps, her voice hoarse from not being used for so long. Of course she’d want to save him too, he was the only social interaction she had. You nod leading her into the back yard.

Duke perks up when he sees you. “Why are you guys wearing clothes? Why is Max at Lucas’s? WHERE ARE YOUR COLLARS!?” Duke starts freaking out asking a million questions.

“Shhh,” Freckles shushes.

“We’re escaping, you coming?” you ask him.

He looks back at his house, “Why would I want to escape? The McBride’s are good people.”

“They treat you like a dog,” you tell him.

“Because I am a dog,” he barks back. He turns and crawls back to his house, and starts knocking, “Help. I want in.”

“We’ve got to go,” you say grabbing Freckles and taking off. The two of you walk down the street trying to not to draw any unnecessary attention. Careful not to talk around people, despite your new disguises you assume they still won’t understand you.