Dominatrix System

Chapter 164: Plans to Leave

My mind raced as I headed back to the apartment above the tailoring store. I couldn't help but think about the movements and everything I knew. My instincts told me something was about to go down in this city.

Still, I had to cover my interests and kill Sherry. She was a fucking moron that couldn't keep her mouth shut. I would have Cassandra look into her movements, but Melony or Missa wouldn't point out Sherry if she didn't know something. It was either everyone who knew what a moron the woman was or that she said something to someone. There were other circumstances and many that it could have been, but I didn't care anymore.

I wanted out. I needed out, and I would have to get the Marchioness to help cover my businesses. Zee would have less time than she thought to take over, and that slave woman I purchased might just be scrapped for expediency. So many things were happening all at the same time, and I felt It in my bones that shit was going to hit the fan.

I would have to spend some time with her to make her remember my touch and long for it too. But that was neither here nor there as I needed to plan the escape plan as well. I hated running, but there was nothing I could do here. The risks were no longer in line with the rewards of taking over the city the way I would with Sherry. Controlling an idiot sometimes wasn't the best option.

What was that saying in my past world? I believed it was: Who did the world's best swordsman fear the most? It was not the Second-best swordsman but the world's worst swordsman because he couldn't predict what the idiot would do.

That summed up my current situation perfectly as I reached the apartment. I looked over the building and checked everything, looking for signs of forced entry into my house. I found nothing and finally opened the door from the main floor and looked around the shop after locking it behind me. Everything looked good, and underwear was all around, either in the making or about to be made. I heard two soft sounds of breathing as the two slaves I brought back were sleeping in the store at this point in time, it seemed. I quietly walked past both of them and headed up the stairs without making a single sound. My mind was still racing as I opened the apartment door and locked it as well. I went over to the fridge and ate what was inside while thinking.

My mind raced over possibilities, and I decided I wouldn't stay longer than a week. I wanted out of this city before then, and the escape routes would need to be large-scale. My instinct told me it had to be large scale, and I couldn't think why. It might have been with the gangs moving outside the city for an unknown reason. It could have been many things, but none were crying out to me. My instincts told me I had to go big, and I listened to my instincts, even if an undead triggered it unnecessarily.

I yawned, moved to the bedroom, saw all my toys sleeping, and saw the boy Freya was currently training for Sherry. It was a shame, but I could only smile as I got an evil thought when looking at him. I grinned as I realized I could use him if I wanted to for the clean-up and escape from the city.

I laid in bed beside Stacy, who lightly moaned, and I felt her snuggle up to me. I didn't care as I passed out without realizing I was still wearing all my gear.

Hours later, I woke up to the sound of movement, and my pussy wasn't wet. It told me that Freya thought better of waking me up but was still in the kitchen, it sounded like. I got up and saw Kitty in the cage and decided that now wasn't the time to train her more. While she had been in my hands, her subtle changes were growing more apparent, and I wanted to change her into an asset to keep around slowly. At this point, though, she was still a liability that I had to bring with me.

I had so much on my plate now, and I walked into the living room after opening Kitty's cage. She was still sleeping, it seemed, and I wasn't pulling her out at this moment. I moved to the kitchen to see Stacy and Freya, just finishing breakfast. "Mistress!" Stacy noticed me first, "Good morning. Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice showing some worry.