Go to the station, hop on the next train. An abandoned bag has what you need.

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

"Right. Okay." Makoto agreed. "That sounds simple enough."

"I'm glad you're being reasonable, Miss Makoto." Mr. Words replied. "I'll call when you've been a good girl and done as ordered."

The phone call went out without any further words. Makoto bristled at the condescending way Mr. Words was speaking to her, but she knew she'd just have to put up with it for now. Mr. Words had better pray Makoto never meets her in person, she told herself, or it would end very painfully for him.

The walk to the station was uneventful, probably the calmest and most normal part of Makoto's day so far. Makoto almost found herself setting into the calm normalcy of life as she walked through the turnstile to the platform and waited for the instructed train. The familiar sound of the train slowing to a stop as it approached the station filled Makoto's ears and she turned to watch her fateful ride approach.

Makoto's feeling of comfort and normalcy was interrupted as the updraft of the train's arrival sent the edge of her dress dangerously high. Anybody standing behind the demure girl would have been treated to a brief glimpse of the bottom edges of her shapely rear end before she frantically pushed the flapping fabric down. Makoto felt her cheeks go warm as she blushed intensely and looked around to see if anybody had noticed. Nobody was looking directly at her, but Makoto could hear a few quiet chuckles from behind her that gave her reason to suspect she'd had at least a few viewers.

Trying to push the incident out of her mind, Makoto quickly shuffled onto the train and looked around for the abandoned bag she needed to find. Normally this would be a difficult task, but whoever was behind the trials Makoto found herself being put through had been thorough, and the car had only one abandoned bag present, conspicuously poking out from beneath a seat.

Makoto made a beeline to the seat and sat down. Reaching underneath the seat to grab the bag and set it on her lap, Makoto opened the bag nervously and looked inside at the contents. The first thing she saw was a note, likely containing her newest instructions. Moving the note aside, Makoto saw the "tools" she'd be expected to use with her new orders.

Aside from the note, the bag contained...