Walkies

A woman in a very smart black pantsuit walked through the plastic flaps, she looked to be in her 40s and had brunnette hair tied in a bun. She was very slim for age. Jessica perked up with joy, finally she had a chance to escape. "Oh thank fuck! Please get me out of this! Whatever this place is thinks I'm a dog and it's being diabolical!" Jessica begged, swiftly crawling over to the cage bars.

The woman completely ignored Jessica's pleas, opening a terminal infront of her cage to look at the information. "Hmmm, this one doesn't seem to be on the system, numerous reports of bad behaviour and doesn't seem to be a dog." The woman spoke aloud as she read the information on the terminal. Jessica looked at her in shock. "Excuse me! Hellooo! Down here dummie!" She cried out, getting very annoyed at how this woman also assumed she was a dog.

The woman stopped scrolling through the information and looked down at Jessica. "Well it looks like someone's been snooping around in places they shouldn't have! Now you're suffering the consequences. I should really call the police." Jessica freaked out, having the police on her tail would jeopardise her whole career and life. "No no no! Please don't call the police! I'm really sorry I made a mistake and got lost! I'll--"

"Enough of the excuses, and stop whining of course I'm not going to call the police! No I've just been given the perfect subject to play with! Auto pound, make sure the subject follows me." The woman interrupted, turning away and heading towards the flaps once again. All of a sudden, one of the mechanical hands grasped Jessica's leash and dragged her out of the cage which had been opened.

Jessica couldn't resist, as anytime she tried to stand she would get shocked by her collar. The arm was moving across the ceiling, allowing it to transport Jessica wherever this woman was going. In effect, Jessica looked like a dog going on its 'walkies'.