Dominatrix System

Chapter 180: Escaping the Mansion

Linton stood looking annoyed as Kara took her time opening the door. I thought only for a couple more moments before I decided on my course of action. I quickly moved up behind Linton just as the door opened, and Kara looked at Linton. I saw in her eyes that she saw me just as I reached Linton, and the man spoke.

"Master has called for you tonight. Be ready and make sure you are ready for the evening." Kara looked scared as I slipped up behind the man, and her eyes widened in surprise as she registered who I was. My arms slipped around his neck with practiced ease from my previous life and tightened.

"M-Mistress?" Kara said in that innocent tone.

"Be a sweety, and let's head into your room," I told her while I tightened the grip on the neck of this person named Linton. "Grab the things that you want to keep, and make sure you dress for travel." I told her, "No more than you can carry easily," I finished as the man clawed at my arm. I could feel his fingernails attempting to dig into my skin as he choked and tried to scream for assistance. Instead, my arm remained like a permanent fixture, slowly cutting off his life permanently.

Kara moved into her room, looking flustered and looking around the room, and I stepped into the room with Linton hanging on my arm, trying to kick and scream. He was making big movements to assist and trying to claw his way back to life. I didn't care how he attempted; I continued to hold him this way with the perfect amount of strength. It was much easier than in my past life, and the man was so weak. My arms were trained, and with energy, the man was dead. I was only prolonging the experience, ensuring he felt every agonizing minute of it.

"M-Mistress, I don't have much other than clothes; how many s- should I bring," Kara turned to me, looking at me with those innocent eyes even as I held the increasingly more tired Linton in my arms. They still looked so innocent, like it was normal to watch someone die like that. A purity in that gaze that trusted me to take her out of here made Kara so interesting to me. Was she slow in the head, or was this her true personality? It was so facilitating that I wanted to take her out of this place despite the major risks and dangers involved.

"Bring three outfits, max if you have a bag only. If not, then take a keepsake if you want one; otherwise, we need to go," I told her harshly, and Kara nodded.

She collected a small bag and stuffed a maid uniform into it and then another before quickly putting in a third all were different styles, and one looked particularly slutty. She took them into the bag before grabbing something I couldn't see and stuffing that into the bag. "I think that is all, Mistress," Kara said, surprising me with her decision.

"That was quick," I commented.

"You promised me my freedom; I have been thinking of what I want to take if I could, Mistress," Kara said, looking around, "I know what I want and don't want from this place," She commented.

Kara was in a brown burlap shirt at this moment and burlap pants. When she was not entertaining the master, she sat in the room with nothing for entertainment, and I nodded. "Okay," I finished, and the man was growing weak in my arms, but if Kara was done, then I would leave now, "Step outside, and I will finish this Linton boy before we leave," I told Kara, and she looked at Linton with innocent pity. Fascinating.

Kara stepped out the door, and I didn't delay things and snapped the neck of Linton like a twig. I dropped him to the floor and stomped on his neck for good measure feeling the broken neck on my bare sole. I stepped out, leaving the broken body behind, and closed the door.

"Be quiet and follow me out; we need to be as quiet as possible and cannot run into anyone if possible," I told Kara, and she nodded.

Kara was a mystery to me in so many ways. Her innocence was something of a driving force for me too. She acted and seemed so innocent even when seeing the dark side of the world. It was like there was a veil over her eyes while witnessing them, like it had nothing to do with her. It wasn't that she didn't feel it or understand what was happening, as she didn't seem stupid.