You go for it

You decide to go for it. You pretend that you are walking beside Master as usual, then suddenly you rip yourself from his grasp, and you start to run like hell. You are scared that he would shoot you. But for some reason he doesn't. (Perhaps he grew attached to you all this time?).

For a few hours you walk naked and bound in the middle of the desert. You are determined to find civilization. Whatever it takes! It is these conditions, hope finally restored, when a police jeep drives beside you.

"How did you find me?" you ask dumbstruck.

"We used the tracker that you were outfitted with during the surgeries, filth," one of them tells you. "Weren't you briefed about them?"

"I was... I just..." you sigh. "What will happen to me?"

"What do you think, filth?" the same woman cocks an eyebrow. "All sissies who try to escape from their owner are to answer for their actions in court, and receive appropriate punishment. This is a safeguard for those who might be stupid enough to try."

"Oh... And I guess I was," you say. In the following minutes you get a hood on your head and you are escorted in the car.

For the record there was a trial. A twenty minute thing where they laughed at your for your feeble attempt. The sentence was not life in prison, what you expected. Instead you were sent to a reeducation center, where the trainers are to finish what the previous one clearly failed to accomplish.

At first this doesn't seem that bad. You got rid of the man who used you as a sex toy. Who knows, perhaps the next one is a hot chick. But once you got locked into the maddening confinement of a padded cell, you suddenly started to realize that this could be far worse.