First message
in this world those with animalistic features are considered slaves. Away from the public eyes they are sold and resold on the black market. There are three slave classes. The most expensive ones are the strong and pretty ones. These are trained to become ‘pets’ or ‘servants’. The ones with the best healing abilities and durability are beaten to a pulp daily, known as ‘stress relief’. The third category is for the ones that are considered agressive. They are the ‘ferrals’ and are usually thrown into fighting rings where they fight fof the death, for human entertainment
I spent most of my life in a cage, in the basement of his owner. Brought out as entertainment a few times a month, sometimes as stress relief. This time was different. This time they were rougher. They tied my hands behind my back. My eyes go wide, my ears push flatly against my skull. The squeeze the nape of my neck. A pinch. A needle. Heat flooding my system. Despite my initial fear I start panting a little. My eyes half lidded. My hips searching friction. I knew this sensation too.
but instead of being used I was thrown to the back of a car. Driven around until the car stopped. pulled out of the trunk. Brought inside a massive estate. Then Brought to my knees. My face pushed into the marble tiles. Nice and cold against my heated skin. Shaking and shivering, panting as I wait for what happens next. My owner’s voice rings through the silence. please accept this offer as an apology.