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The Neko Slave

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Lilytania

Supernova
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Aug 28, 2010
Ariadne curled up in her cage, the little Neko terrified of what would happen to her. She had been kidnapped from her cabin this morning, taken from her family. She was fresh meat, a new body to sell. This was why she had secluded herself from the humans. They just wanted to take and steal, make themselves entitled to everything.

She hadn't moved from her balled up position on the floor of her cage. Her orange, white-tipped tail was wrapped over her legs. Orange ears were flattened against her head, and her red hair fell over her shoulders and back. She wore only a tight white dress and a black collar with a little bell.

She felt her cage begin to move. She looked up, finding that she was being wheeled down the hall, toward the sound of voices. She bristled and growled, pressing farther back into her cage.

Lights blinded her as the little Neko was brought on stage. A helper unlocked her cage, grabbed her collar, and forced her to crawl out and stand up. An announcer began the auction, starting her bid at one dollar. It quickly rose to a thousand, two thousand, ten thousand. Everyone wanted the little Neko, humans and creatures alike, male and female. She watched in distress. Finally, she sold for twenty thousand, an exuberant price. She was forced back into her cage, and it was quickly wheeled off, and lifted into a van. A cover was dropped over her cage, so she had no way to know where she was.

An unknown amount of time later, she felt the cage get lifted out again. She heard voices, and then she was brought inside a cold building. She curled up and growled, and once her cage was set down, she just waited for the moment when she could spring, attack her master, get out.
 
He smiled as his bid went through, thankful that the sun went ‘down’ early today. More like heavy cloud cover, but that was fine. He was expecting to purchase her at a much higher price. It seemed that humans had no concept of divine beings. He stood, paying the auctioneer the twenty grand, before heading to his vehicle. Best to blend in. He could feel the sun coming down, getting his energy back fully. This was going to be a fun night.

He headed straight home, getting there before his ‘delivery’ did. He shrugged off his coat, dressed in a dark button up shirt and black pants, pacing the floor of his estate. The main hall was huge, with several doors lining the walls on both sides, and a large staircase that went upwards and to two different wings on the second and third floors. He heard the knock at the door, and he went there himself, opening the large doors with ease.

The men carried the cage to the center of the hall, and he stood in front of it, unlocking it after the door was closed and locked, then stepping back. He figured it was intelligent enough to open the cage itself.
 
When the cover was removed and the door unlocked, Ariadne pressed herself to the back of her cage at first, growling. Her tail twitched nervously, watching the man who had purchased her. She didn't like the look on his face, so eager. She shifted, her collar jingling quietly. He was far enough back that she thought she could get away. Her muscles bunched, and she slowly released the latch and pushed open her cage door, crawling out. She looked like a frightened animal, when really she was trying to figure out where to go.

She sprang to her feet, darting toward the door. Her collar jingled, and she reminded herself to get it off as soon as she could to get rid of the irritating noise. Her bare feet padded on the floor as she scrambled toward the door.

When she reached the door, she jerked on the door, wailing as she found that it was locked. The panic rose in her chest, and she began to run to find a place to hide, trying to dart past him and run upstairs. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be with this man. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, and she didn't want to find out.
 
He watched her as she crawled out of the cage, his eyes wary as she looked around the large hall. It was no surprise when she launched herself to the doors, and a slight smirk crossed his face. She wasn’t getting out of that way. And just in case she did try to leave from there, he flicked his wrist, the heavy bolt coming down. There was no way she would open the door on her own. Her wail was disconcerting, but she would come to enjoy this place soon enough.

She ran the other way next, trying to get past him. He stepped to the side, an arm catching her around the middle and pulling her close, ignoring her clawing and trying to get away. “First, we’re going to get rid of this.” He said, putting a hand on her dress for a moment to put fear in her… until his hand went to the collar, undoing it and tossing it away with a final jingle. “That was god-awful. We’ll get you a much better looking collar soon.

“Now, stop your struggling, or I really will remove your dress. And I won’t give a damn if you run into anyone else in the estate.” He let her feet touch the ground, but he didn’t let her go. “What the hell has you so wound up. You think I’m going to do something to you?”
 
Ariadne screeched and began to buck and struggle when he grabbed her and held her close, her small, 5'4" body no match for his strength. She bit him once, desperate to get away. When he put a hand to her dress, she squirmed with new energy, wailing and trying to free herself. The little Neko was terrified, and he wasn't helping. She felt her collar leave her neck, and she looked up at his face, stopping her resistance when he threatened to actually remove her dress. Her chest heaved with exhausted panting, and she flattened her ears when he spoke to her. Of course she thought he was going to do to her. That was what all humans did. They used and abused what they had until it was worthless. Though, he did have a strange scent about him, one that she hadn't smelled before.

She growled at him. "You'll hurt me," she said. Her fingers grasped his arm tightly, nails ready to dig in. She scrabbled at the floor with her feet. "Put me down," she said firmly, her tail twitching irritably. She wanted to get away from him, but she couldn't do that with his grip on her.

"I will not be your pet. You can't keep me here," she insisted. She felt like she was going to get out one way or another.
 
His body was much larger than her own, standing at 6’ even. His eyes were a frozen blue, but they warmed as he looked at her energy. The bite on his arm didn’t bother him. His eyes met hers as she looked at him, and her growl made him smile. “Did I do anything to hurt you yet? Do I slap you in defiance? Do I beat you into submission? No. So try again.”

He didn’t put her down, instead walking over to a room against the wall, either with her walking with him or dragging her along the floor. “You misunderstand me. You think that I am one of those humans? Blech, scum of the earth. The only thing they are good for is… food.” He said, his voice airy, like it was a joke. If only it was. As they passed the doorway, his hand flicked up, the door closing and a heavy thunk as the deadbolt fell, keeping it that way. Only he could open those.

The room was a large study, with bookcases that were in the walls. Opposite the door was a large, roaring fireplace, and in front of it were two fur chairs, that half faced each other, half facing the fireplace. He let her go when in that room, moving to sit in a chair, gesturing to the other one. “Sit. Unless you mind being locked in here forever. I certainly don’t. This is my favorite room of the estate.”
 
Ariadne stared up at him hatefully, baring her teeth. Her sharp canines showed, much like a cat's. She didn't want to be his little pet, whether he hurt her or not. She sniffed the air, trying to identify his scent. Maybe some of that nasty false scent some humans wore... Cologne? She wrinkled her nose. It didn't smell that bad. In fact, almost enticing. She growled quietly in frustration, shaking her head. "I don't care if you haven't. You will."

When he began to drag her along, she hissed and scrambled to her feet, trotting to keep up with his long legs. She was led into a sort of den. She shook him off, her emerald eyes looking around the room curiously. The Neko huffed, and sat down in the chair, one of her orange ears twitching. She shifted several times, trying to find a comfortable position without baring herself to him.

"If you're not a human, what are you?" When he would answer, she tensed up, shifting nervously. "What are you going to do to me, then?"
 
He wasn’t afraid when she bared her canines to him. Her growling words almost made him laugh. “What makes you so sure, little one? Your own experiences? Maybe they aren’t fast enough. Humans are one thing. They are evil and corrupt. Be glad none of those sniveling scum got you. You should be thankful. You will have a nice life here.”

He stretched slightly in his chair, his hand shooting out, a book shooting to his hand. He opened it and idly read, listening to her more than anything. It was to give her comfort instead of staring her down. He looked up at her when she asked her first question though. “I would have figured that you would have known, since you’ve taken my scent twice now. However, I think this will tell you enough.” He smiled then, his two elongated fangs more than prominent.

She shifted and asked another question, and he looked back down to the book. “What am I going to do to you? Well, the technical answer is whatever I wish to do you. I am your owner now, no matter how much you dislike that. If you run, you will either be brought back here, or someone else will take you. And I assure you, they will not be nearly as nice as I am. But that is not an exact answer.”

He took a moment to think, before turning to her. “Instead, I will ask you one of my own questions. What do you know about the bite of a Vampire?”
 
Ariadne tensed at the name "little one." He had already made her his pet in his mind. She just needed the collar to prove it. She growled and listened to him, her ears perked toward him to hear better. They turned back in confusion for a moment when he smiled, before her emerald eyes settled on the fangs and she stiffened. She nodded hesitantly and bit her lip, her own little fangs digging into her flesh. She looked down at her lap, knowing she looked odd kneeling on the chair.

"I'm not staying," she murmured. She didn't want to. Why should she? She looked up at him again, wondering what he was reading, before he asked his own question. She frowned, her tail twitching. "Not much," she said. She crossed her arms and looked up at him. "What is there to know?" She didn't know a lot about vampires in general except that they sucked blood.
 
She was a little cutie, kneeling while sitting on the chair, chewing her lip. “You say that you’re not staying. But you know if you leave this house, there will be people that will hunt you down and take you for themselves. They will beat you into submission on a daily basis. At least here you know that you won’t be beaten, you’ll be treated right. And yet you shun that.”

Her tail twitched, and she obviously looked concern, sitting in front of a Vampire. But he shook it off. “I will leave it at this: There is a reason why a Vampire usually kills the victim that they choose for their meal. It usually is a mercy.” He knew that put the wrong image in her mind. She won’t expect the true pull of a vampire bite. Not for a little bit. Unless she pushed him tonight, at least.
 
"That is because I'd prefer to be free, living of my own accord." She crossed her arms, her tail hitting the arm of the chair hard enough to make noise. She watched him steadily, her gaze never leaving him, never missing a single movement. She growled quietly and shook her head in disgust. She found it disturbing that he wanted to keep her here as a slave, less than human, less than Neko. She didn't understand why he wanted this.

When he told her what the vampire bite would bring, she tensed and shifted uncomfortably, rubbin her neck. She hoped she would never have to feel such a thing. Would she be a blood slave, she wondered? A sex slave? A servant? She swallowed nervously and looked down at her lap, weighing the possibilities, none of which were favorable to her. She groaned and leaned her head against the back of the chair.

"Why are we in here?" she asked irritably. "I want out."
 
“You can never be free.” He said, as he read the book, not looking up. “You are a rare breed of people. They would always hunt you down. You know this, yet you deny it. You are safe and –relatively- free here. Accept it and be happy. I could always just chain you up and do whatever the hell I pleased with you. But I’m not. I’ve known people that would have been kissing my feet for that.”

He turned a page, before looking up as she shifted, rubbing her neck. “Don’t worry about it. The bite itself isn’t lethal. It’s the draining of the blood fully. Although, know that I won’t do that. You’re too rare a person to simply kill as a one meal blood doll. Although, I do wonder how you taste…” He lowered his head back to the book for a page before looking up.

“I enjoy this room. It is cozy, warm, with good chairs and a quiet atmosphere. Also, nobody can idly walk into here. But you don’t understand your circumstances. I decide when you can leave this room. And I will know when you are ready to.”
 
"Rare," she muttered, staring off at one of the walls of books. She wondered if he had anything she would like. Maybe this would end up being her favorite room as well. She sighed and let her tail thump angrily on the armrest, making a loud thwap in the stillness of the room. She didn't care if she was disturbing him. She wanted to express her irritation at being held captive, and this was the best way without direct rebellion.

When he spoke again of the bite, she growled quietly. She didn't doubt that he would taste her from time to time. Maybe she'd fight him off, maybe she wouldn't. She supposed she would know when that time came, when he tried to bite her.

When he seemed to deny her escape, she huffed, hitting her tail on the chair again. She shut her eyes and just sniffed for a minute, smelling him, his books, and the fire. She enjoyed the smells, and they made her feel a bit safer for some reason.

"When will you let me out?" she demanded with her eyes still shut.
 
“You will be let out of this room when you are ready to be. I will let you know when.” He sat, watching her for a long moment. “There’s a ton of books in here, if you care to read. Feel free to grab one.”

He sat there for a long moment, simply watching her. But soon, the door opened and unlocked, in floating a silver tray. The door was quick to close and lock once more, the tray moving to the neko, landing and floating on her lap. There was fresh fish on it, cooked lightly, as well as a glass of milk.

“You seemed hungry.” He said simply, turning to another book to read.
 
Ariadne grumbled when he didn't seem to want to let her leave. She kept her arms crossed and stared unhappily at him for a moment before she climbed out of her seat and grabbed a book. She sank back into her chair with her knees to the side, since the chair was much bigger than her. She opened the book and began to read, her elbow on the armrest and her head in her hand.

When the door opened and closed, she turned and looked at it expectantly. She saw the floating tray, watching as it coasted toward her and hovered in her lap. She put her book spine-up on the chair and sniffed the fish. It smelled wonderful. She looked up at him suspiciously. Why was he giving her food all of the sudden. She growled quietly and sniffed again, before she began to eat, her teeth tearing away at the fish. She ate it until there were only bones, then drank the milk. She had been quite hungry. At least he hadn't given her cat food like the slave traders had tried to do.

Instead of whining about being let out, she picked up her book again and continued to read, her tail twitching quietly as she relaxed.
 
She was reading, quiet, and seemed more than happy that she had gotten a good meal. He sat reading of his own, turning a page, only paying half attention to her. Time was slowly passing as they read in silence, the roaring fire being the only thing making a noise besides the occasional page turn between the two of them. She had calmed down quite a bit, good.

He closed his book, turning to her. “I hope the meal was good for you. Feeling better now?” He stretched slightly, a few pops coming from his bones. “I suppose you would like to see your room and get some sleep now, hmm? Probably sleepy after milk and sitting there for so long.”
 
Ariadne began to struggle to stay awake as she read. She was groggy, and the room was warm and cozy. She shifted in her seat, leaning against the armrest. She started nodding off, trying to read and stay awake, but failing. When he spoke again, she jumped, looking over at him with wide eyes. She nodded quietly, hoping she wouldn't be stuck in the same room as him. She nodded quietly and shifted, going to put her book away. She yawned sleepily and looked up at him, following when he began to move. She walked slowly, obviously tired. Today had been a long day, and she was ready to finish it.
 
He saw her nod and stood. There was a heavy click from the door as he unlocked it. It wasn’t even before they left the room that he picked her up in strong, warm arms, holding her carefully. It would take forever for them to get to her room at that speed. He went upstairs, down the west wing, and down a few hallways before there was a click and a door opened. He carried her past the threshold.

The room was dark until he stepped in, then candles all along the room lit. It was a rather bare but comfortable room, with a large canopy bed opposite the door. He carried her to it, the silken sheets and warm blankets more than enough to seduce her to sleep. He covered her carefully, before closing the canopy and stepping out to his own room, leaving the door unlocked. He didn’t have to worry about her getting out.
 
Ariadne squeaked in surprise when he lifted her up and carried her up to the bedroom rather quickly. She settled back on her feet when he let her down, and her emerald eyes went up to him. She looked around the candlelit room and smiled slightly. It seemed she had a room to herself as long as she behaved. She settled into the sheets when he placed her in them, and she was practically asleep before he'd left. She curled up in her bed, sleeping for quite a while.
 
He watched her for a short while, her sleeping form cute and at ease, but soon he went back downstairs. He was sure she would find her way back down by following his scent. He went back to the small study, sitting in his chair and picking his book back up, sitting silently and reading. He could wait for a long time, simply reading in his favorite room. But he was sure that she would be down here when she awoken, most likely with an apology.
 
Ariadne woke up in the morning, and it took her a moment to process where she was. She rubbed her eyes and grumbled, heading out of her room. Her ears flicked, and she pawed at the messy hair tickling her sensitive ears. She followed his scent down to his favorite room, lifting her head to scent where he had gone. She wasn't surprised to find him back down in that room, and she groggily headed to the same seat she'd been in last night. She settled into the chair, too bleary to really process anything at the moment. She draped over the chair and shut her eyes, her tail flicking idly. She sighed and yawned tiredly. "Can I have some food?"
 
She was awake, and he was feeling drained, but not tired. He looked up at her with a small smile as she went to her chair. “I see you slept good? Have you calmed down now? Hopefully even eager to stay here in an nice, safe home?” He closed the book, stretching, feeling a machine-gun like cracking along his spine as he stretched it. “And I would suppose you would enjoy some more fish and milk? It will be a few minutes. How do you like it cooked?”
 
Ariadne didn't answer when he asked her about staying. She was slowly processing everything. She didn't want to stay. She wanted to go back to her home. She would fins a way to stay safe there. She had for years. She shifted in her chair, grumbling quietly. She nodded at the suggestion of fish and milk. She licked her lips in response, shrugging. "Cooked." She didn't like raw meat. She kept her eyes shut and just rested in the chair. She doubted he'd let her escape, and if she tried she'd just make him mad. She had to figure out a way out.
 
He nodded, lowering his head to his book. She was going to be a difficult one, he could tell. He read for a long moment before turning to her. “Come here.” He said, patting his lap. “You don’t have a choice if you want your meal.” He stuck his tongue out playfully, but he was serious about that. He waited, putting his book down, and when she did come over to him, an arm wrapped around her to hold her, the other going to gently scratch her behind the ears. “Why don’t you like me?” He asked softly. “I have done naught to hurt you.”
 
Ariadne opened her eyes and raised her head when he told her to come. She started to shake her head, then grumbled when he said she had to to get food. She growled and sulked over, sitting in his lap obediently. She leaned her head toward him when he scratched behind her ears. She huffed and shook her head quietly. "Because I don't want to be here." She still didn't trust him. He had been at the auction. She assumed he would use her for his own needs. Why else buy her? Her tail flicked irritably. "I want to live in my own home back where I was. I lived there for years and was never bothered."
 
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