She yanks you to her.

You don't even realize what has happened till her huge meaty hands are around your neck and your right hand is getting warm. Instinctively you reach for her hands to stop her from **** you. As your hand lifts she shudders and falls backwards and hits the ground with a thud. Looking down at your wet hand you see the bloody knife, “Oh fuck I killed her.” Run is the only option you can think of, but the leash has to go first. Finding a shiny pan you discover you are quite beautiful, and you will have to cut off the collar. You don't even consider not taking it off so you spend several precious minutes cutting it off. Finally it snaps and you check each door. The first leads into a huge dining room which you are pretty sure it has three doors leading out of it. The opposite door opens to a small pantry and you can see only a stairway down beyond that. Before you go you decide a few things. First, to wash yourself, climbing into the sink works quite well. Next to check the plumbing as it were, and you decide you are freakishly flexible and that your little hairless pussy is quite cute. The next task is finding a big towel, which you do, and bundling up as much food as you can carry, plus you find a big old fashioned leather water skin that is like twenty pounds when it is full, but strapping it on your back makes it manageable. “Ugh, water is fucking heavy.” Last you wrap the knife blade in cloth as a makeshift sheath and tie it to your right thigh.

With a deep breath you can't help but ask, “What the fuck is going on?” And shake your head. Sadly all you can figure is whoever you are now is someone's ****, and you killed someone they probably care about. Your eyes flash to each door.