Alexa feels her heart drop to her stomach as her eyes follow her Mistress as Kitty leaves the room. When she turns on her heels, Alexa does her best to follow when a large hand presses her shoulder, stopping her. As her eyes travel up the large man before her, she frowns, pouting softly.
"No, you don't understand, Mistress..."
"Who?" The man asks as Alexa sees the white wire twisting to his earpiece. "I am afraid that you said you had wanted to leave."
"I do, but I want to find out how to reach out to her..."
The man shakes his head with a weary smile, "Sorry, that is not how it works," he takes out a manilla envelope, handing it to Alexa before grabbing her arm. Propelling her forward, they step towards two large double doors as a man joins them with an overnight bag, mumbling something about her clothes.
Alexa looks between the two men, confused at what is happening now, "Wait, just like that?"
"You asked to leave. You terminated the contract."
"Contract?"
"Here are your clothes that were offered to you by the foundation. Our donors have given you a gift of twenty-five grand that is in a bank account associated with your new identity, birth certificate, government ID cards, and passports are in there."
"Wait, twenty-five thousand dollars?"
"You need to leave." The large man commands quietly.
"Wait, where am I?"
"You are fifteen miles outside out of downtown. Walking a few miles down this road to get out of here would be best. Go straight, and you will find your way, Alexa. The bus station on the outskirts of town is impossible to miss."
"Wait, what is happening?"
"Operations are being shut down. You must leave; all excess personnel will be handled, so you must leave Miss."
"Miss?"
"Get out of here before you ever," the guard says with menace.
Alexa runs down the block, her head spinning as she realizes for the first time moments later that she is naked. Pulling out the outfits, she struggles to find anything that will cover her. Putting on a long dress, she struggles against the tears in her eyes. Her high heels are in her hands as she slips them on her feet.
The building she was housed in was just a warehouse. Is that even possible, as there she expects people to move out? She places her hand on her hips and remembers losing her phone in the attack.
Sighing, she looks for anything to remember the street address to report the crime. Report what happened to her; they could go and see what happened. She could get her life back together. If only someone, anyone, recognizes her. Alexa sighs despondently.
She needs to call the police to do anything to capture the doctor who forced this upon her. Who ruined her very existence by taking her Mistress away from her. With any luck, it will be Alexa who has the last laugh. The monster will be locked up, and the Kitten will be hers again. She swears by it, and nothing will keep her prey from her. No man.