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You're clasped in irons and taken back to the exit, where the guard throws you in one of the **** pens that are too small to stand up in. She takes off her mask, revealing long raven black hair and deep blue eyes. Behind her, Smotherella looks at you with a shit-eating grin on her face. She didn't even have to catch up to you. You managed to get caught all on your own.

"So what'll happen to her?"

"I dunno. I need another **** but this one is just... too much trouble, Ava. I'm just gonna sell her off," she pauses and laughs. "I'm sure she'll make some old man very happy someday soon."

Ava, the guard, looks you up and down. For a second you can swear you see pity in her eyes.

"Aww... I almost wanna keep her."

"Mmm... yeah, okay."

"What, really!?"

"Yeah, sure. I don't need the money. And besides, you were the one who bagged her."

"Omigod omigod!" She squeals. I'm finally gonna have my own ****! Just like a real Domina!"

Smotherella makes eye contact with you. "Hey, who knows, someday you might be one. Just as long as you fight better than this weakling here."

Your heart drops. Your body is still numb, but you can feel the overwhelming sense of dread hanging over you begin to accept that you're going to be a **** for the rest of your life.