Take her.

So... what now? You can't just leave this woman, this "Margo," here, can you? Even if you destroyed the ball, or just gave it to her and ran, she'd still end up becoming a **** to the next person who her programming recognized as her master. And... you can't go back to living the way you were either. You won't go back to feeling powerless. You won't let the younger "you," the Joel you want to be, fade away in this little town. That Joel who chased what he wanted, never giving up. What do you want? What do you want... The more you think, the clearer the answer gets.

You want to take this woman as your own. You want to own her, to dominate and control her very being. This woman's life as a free person is over no matter what; even if you don't, SOMEONE will take advantage of her. You're sick of being the victim; you want to be the one with power for a change. And who cares about those who'd condemn you for it? This is a new world, ruled by those who are willing to dirty themselves.

Coming to your decision, you focus your attention back to Margo, who still kneels, her large jacket obscuring her form. You feel a little bad for her, but again, her life as a free person is over, regardless of whatever you do. So.... let's see what this Poké Ball can do.

"...Margo, huh?" You sigh, feeling a mixture of both nervousness, disgust at yourself, and excitement. "Ok, Margo. Get up," you command.

Her body rises, against her will, and her jacket sloughs off, unveiling her otherwise nude body. Ah, right. Poké Balls are known for stripping people. Well, whatever; this gives you an opportunity to inspect your new property.

Her body trembling and her face flushed, she begins to raise her arms to her chest and crotch. "Did I tell you to conceal yourself? Arms at your sides."

Finally overcoming her shock, she masks her fear with rage; "You fuckin' piece-of-shit bastard, you'd better hope I never-"

“Zip it.” As Margo fumes silently, you walk in a slow circle around her, taking in her body. Petite, in every sense of the word, that’s for sure. Super cute as well; from her pale, freckle-splashed skin, the nipples which sharply jut forth from her enticing, palmable breasts, egged on by the store’s chilly air, and that downright adorable ass.

As you complete your lap, you catch sight of her face again, and your admiration and lust is overtaken by a wave of shame. This is fucked. Are you really doing this? Margo seems to notice the shift in your expression, and meets your eyes, further increasing your guilt. Unwilling to confront your conflicted emotions, you draw the Poké Ball. "That's... enough for now," you mutter, refusing to meet her piercing stare again. You raise the ball and withdraw her, with a distinctive kershzzzeeww.

You squat down and exhale heavily, the adrenaline which had been sustaining you finally fading away. This is... this is isn't okay. It's isn't. Right? But... it's too late to go back. And you didn't choose for it to be this way. It's just how the world is. You didn't make the rules, you're just playing by them. And you're playing to win, aren't you? It's what you've resolved to do... whatever that means. And whatever it takes.

...Weeee woooo weeee woooo weeee-

Ah shit. That'll be the police. You're gonna need to clear out fast; they won't be happy when they see that CCTV footage. You glance around the wrecked store. ...But... you're gonna be on the road soon, right? You sure as hell can't stay here, between the fact that you'll soon be a fugitive in the eyes of the local cops, and the Team Rocket enforcer which will surely be showing up in the coming weeks to punish you. So you might as well stock up.

Moving as fast as you can, you manage to stuff your pockets and apron with cash from the register and various items from around the mart. Searching the Rocket thug also yields five more Poké Balls, which you pocket, along with his Rocket pin. Might come in handy for intimidating someone. Lastly, you bunch up Margo's clothes, which had been lying in a crumpled heap, and stuff them under your arm. Satisfied, and fearful of the nearing siren, you finally flee through the backdoor.

Out of breath and panting, you finally arrive at your apartment building. You'd ran most of the way here, cutting through alleyways. Finally regaining some oxygen, you steel yourself. Time to bid this shithole goodbye.

As you walk up the stairs, you think about if you'll miss this place. It was the first time you'd had your own living space, having previously lived with your parents. But you don't really have many good memories of the place. Speaking of your parents... what would they think about what you're doing? They... they'd understand. **** times. The thought does little to comfort you; you know deep down it's a lie.

You unlock the door, stepping inside. Let's get this over with. The first thing you do is tear off your uniform. You hope you never have to wear one of those again. In its place, you don a t-shirt, a black pullover hoodie, joggers, and your running shoes.

Next, you grab your old backpack and begin cramming it full of supplies. The things you'd taken from the Mart, your sleeping-bag, a lighter, etc. While connected to the internet, you also take the time to reinstall the Pokédex function on your phone.

Finally, you're ready. You step outside, and begin making your way towards the town entrance. Deciding it'd be best to avoid the police checkpoint, you sneak around through the woods, using the dark of the night as cover. You're out. You're free.

After traversing Route 1 for some time, you decide that you've come far enough from the town to avoid the police. Unraveling your sleeping bag, you briefly consider sending out Margo, before deciding against it. You're too mentally fatigued to deal with her right now. As you settle in, you feel your phone buzz. Pokédex setup complete! Now linking with Poké Balls... Poké Ball linkage complete! You have captured: 1 Pokémon!

Idly curious, you tap the alert, displaying the newly discovered Pokémon.

Nickname: Margo
Level: 4
Species: Data Unavailable
Information: Data Unavailable
Forms Discovered: 1
Type: Normal
Ability: Defiant
Moves: Tackle, Charm, Sand-Attack

Huh. Not really surprising. It's just like what they show you on TV. So Margo can really perform those moves? You wonder if the potential was always there, and the ball just unlocked it. There's more data listed, but generally speaking, you don't really care.

One option does catch your eye however; Would you like to give a nickname to the newly captured DATA UNAVAILABLE? ...Well, Margo is your property now. Your Pokémon. You'd be well within your rights to give her a nickname... though, she probably wouldn't be happy about it. (Please enter a nickname for Margo in the first variable, in the customize menu. Margo will not acknowledge this change, and you can change it again at any time. If you'd prefer for her to continue to be referred to by her canonical name, "Margo", please enter "Margo" in the variable.)

Powering off your phone, you sigh. You have a lot to think about. But for now, it's best you just sleep. You'll plan your next move in the morning.