Ariadne snapped her teeth at the owner of the pet shop when he quickly slid a bowl of the disgusting slop he called food into her cage. The small girl barely missed him. After the first week, he had figured out that he had to move fast around the feisty little girl. The fifteen-year-old had been kidnapped by his gatherers, as they were called, taken from the park when she went for a jog. She'd had no chance. Three of them had come up around the pretty girl when she entered the woods, and grabbed her, drugging her. She woke up in the small cage that had been her home for the past week.
She curled up tightly in a ball as the pet shop was opened. A few other slaves were available: a young, frightened-looking boy; an older, busty woman; what looked to be a neko girl; something like an elf. She had never believed in the existence of these creatures before. One of the gatherers had been a werewolf. She had smelt the blood on his breath, felt his claws. She could only imagine what her master or mistress would be.
The girl was in a tight dress that rode up on her body in whatever position she put herself in. She wore a black leather collar, equipped with a tracking device, locked around her thin neck. Fiery red hair flowed on the ground around her as she rested her head on the floor of her cage. The cage was only big enough for a large dog. It wasn't very comfortable for her.
She heard the front door ring as customers began to come, looking at the animals in the front. People who came in the back inspected the slaves. The neko girl was bought, led out on hands and knees out the back door. Ariadne's emerald eyes watched as the girl left. She could see the whip in the man's belt, and she wished she could save the girl. She could only hope her fate was better.
She curled up tightly in a ball as the pet shop was opened. A few other slaves were available: a young, frightened-looking boy; an older, busty woman; what looked to be a neko girl; something like an elf. She had never believed in the existence of these creatures before. One of the gatherers had been a werewolf. She had smelt the blood on his breath, felt his claws. She could only imagine what her master or mistress would be.
The girl was in a tight dress that rode up on her body in whatever position she put herself in. She wore a black leather collar, equipped with a tracking device, locked around her thin neck. Fiery red hair flowed on the ground around her as she rested her head on the floor of her cage. The cage was only big enough for a large dog. It wasn't very comfortable for her.
She heard the front door ring as customers began to come, looking at the animals in the front. People who came in the back inspected the slaves. The neko girl was bought, led out on hands and knees out the back door. Ariadne's emerald eyes watched as the girl left. She could see the whip in the man's belt, and she wished she could save the girl. She could only hope her fate was better.