(Y/N)= Your name
(Y/E/C)= Your eye color
(Y/H/C)= Your hair color
(Y/S/C)= Your skin color
Prologue
Your Backstory: I hate human males. They are the reason I have scars that will mar my skin forever. Human men think we Nekos are theirs to abuse. Well I have news for them, not all women are as easy to control. These scars that you see and fear are because of the brother of my former owner. He seemed so sweet at first, around others. He asked me where the bathroom was and I gazed at him confused. He had been here before, how could he not know? When I questioned him about this, his expression grew hard and he dragged me into a room with only a fireplace. That is all I remember before everything became black. When I finally came to, my clothes were stripped from my body. The only thing that protected my innocence was my long (Y/H/C) tail. I attempted to grasp my fur closer for comfort, but cold iron bit into my skin. When I looked up to my wrists, my eyes were met with the grim realization that I would never see the light again. With all hope lost, I turned to the side and closed my eyes, curling my tail tighter about my body.
Somehow he kept me hidden down there for three years. Every day he came down and attempted to beat the fight and spirit out of me. Every day he left, bitterly disappointed. I would wait until my ears no longer heard his heavy footsteps to break the dam of withdrawn emotion. My only comfort became the mass of down which protected me when others cared not to look. My skin was mangled beyond recognition, no longer the soft texture it had been. An echo of what had once been my humanity. When my wounds had partially healed, he would reopen them with every deft flick of his wrist. I saw in his eyes the thrill it brought him. The power of knowing he could damage a human being as he had damaged me. I can never understand how my pain brought him pleasure.
One day he made the mistake of freeing me from my bonds. When he turned his back I sprinted at him and ripped the whip from his hands. I raised my arm and sliced the diamond tip down again and again, rage and terror working as one to hurt him as he had hurt me. When I finally stopped, scarlet dripped from my bare body. The whip I held spouted a waterfall that pooled on the floor, ending at the still and blessédly forever silent body a few feet from me.
"He can never hurt me again." I whispered to myself.
My mind was shredded to bits, tattered beyond saving. An empty comment was no longer insane to me, but normal. I began murmuring to myself as I searched for something my size to wear. The only thing I found was a blue and yellow ensemble which I threw on.
Thirty minutes was how long it took me to find the exit. Thirty whole minutes that kept me from a long awaited freedom. It felt like years before I could take a breath, and step through the lattice door...