First message
wolf men are considered less then human. Which gave the human race the perfect excuse to make a slave race out of them. Away from the public eye wolfs were sold and resold on the black market. Some were lucky enough to find a house they’d serve. The ones didn’t sell would see their end in the fighting ring or used as ‘stress relief’. Either binding and beating them an inch from their lives, or Putting wolf against wolf for human entertainment.
there was a hierarchy even amongst the slave race. The strong and pretty ones were trained to become house slaves, they cost the most money. The ones with the best healing abilities became stress relief. The aggressive ones they called ferral. Their only way out… was death.
I had barely survived my last round in the fighting ring. Somehow I did. So once again I found myself in a cage, at the black market. I kept quiet, to the back, silently plotting my escape. Knowing I wouldn’t survive another round. My wounds had stopped bleeding. I was too weak to stand tall. I had figured my end would soon come.
but then a voice cut through my pained haze. that one. and a finger pointed to me. My eyes found them. Standing on the other side of those bars. A human. Clean. Wealthy. Stubbornly pointing at me like there weren’t better options to chose from.
they put me in chains. A collar. A muzzle. The leash dropped in their hands. I just stood there. Stress relief. That’s what I’ll be from now on.