Pulled aside

You begin walking in step behind the rest of the girls, but you are quickly stopped as another Rocket Grunt steps forward from behind you and taps the one holding your leash on the shoulder. The new Grunt shows him a small note and he pauses, squinting as he reads the note in the dim light. His furrowed brow quickly opens up again, a smile slowly curling up on his face and an evil look forming in his eyes as he looks back to you.

"Well, well, well, today's your lucky day, slut," he chirps at you as he hands your leash over to the new Grunt.

As your previous leash holder follows the other slaves down the dark hallway, the new Grunt wraps the leash around his hand many times, shortening the leash to let him jerk it towards him. You turn to him and he pulls your leash down, forcing you to lean forward and present your collar to him. He reaches up with his free hand, unclipping the tag you received yesterday and stuffing it in his pocket. Replacing the yellow serial number tag is a smaller, pink one, though he pins it on you so quickly you cannot see any details that might be on it.

"There you go," he comments, half to himself, as he inspects the new tag on your collar. After being satisfied with your new tag, he then pulls out a blindfold and gently places it over your eyes. You instinctually reach up to adjust the band around your head to be a bit more comfortable but a firm slap on each wrist instructs you to leave it alone.

"Follow," the grunt instructs as he tugs on your leash again and hooks his arm in your elbow. He walks with a slow but forceful pace and you are **** to stumble along with him, unable to know where you are going in the maze that is the Team Rocket hideout. You even take not one but two elevator rides on your journey, ruining any hope that you might be able to somehow retrace your steps to escape.