You wait nervously in anticipation as Kelly happily drives down the road. The fact that she had just bought a new companion was making her absent minded and she couldn’t help but not focus 100% on the traffic. Sure enough, she didn’t realize the car in front of her had stopped at the traffic light.
Suddenly, you feel a violent jolt as Kelly smashes into the car in front of her. You are thrashed around the cup holder but you’re surprisingly unharmed. However, when you look up you see Kelly’s face laying against the steering wheel of her car with the airbag smooshed against her face; you realize in horror that blood is running down her forehead.
You can’t help but feel bad for the lady. She didn’t seem to be too horrible. From what you had witnessed so far she saw you as a comfort pet instead of a slave.
You know if would be the perfect time to escape, but there was a nagging feeling in the back your mind telling you to stay with her and try to help in any way you can. You may not accept Kelly as your owner but she obviously needs help and part of you wants to try and do something. On the other hand, you know this may be the only chance to escape the fate of being someone’s pet.
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