The weight of your decision strikes you immediately. What have you done? Was Alice correct? As you are dragged back from where you previously escaped, your gaze doesn't break from Doe, her human lamentations barely hidden by her manufactured exterior. "I'm... sorry", you whimper, noting the futility of an apology.
You soon find yourself constrained in the seat you were held hostage in before. You fear not for the fate of your person but rather your future (or lack thereof) with the creature you most certainly love. Your head hangs forwards in shame and misery.
Alice comes back around you and gets down on her haunches, rubbing her paws against her shiny, smooth knees. She smiles smugly, as if she knew you fate when she first saw you. "Punish me however you want," you say, defeated. "I made a terrible mistake. I deserve it."
She lets out a small laugh. "Here's what's going to happen."