A/N: Hey guys, so this chapter is gonna be less vague than the last. The vagueness was a design choice though, it was entirely on purpose. Also, if you have any questions, feel free to ask them in the reviews and I'll answer them next chapter, or ask me directly over PMs! Now please enjoy!

Warning: There will be attempted rape and violence in this chapter!

It was still pretty early when she woke up. She got out of the bed and in front of the mirror next to it. That was her. Her name was Lyora. She had a last name once, but she chose not to remember it. She had long, blonde hair, but the dirt and mud on her made it seem more brown than anything. Her skin was pale, but her time on the streets made it darker, and like everything else on her, it was dirty, and so was the once white and beautiful dress she wore, which was now a grey rag, some parts torn, the fabric rugged. She was small, much smaller and skinnier than the usual girl at her age, she was just eleven years old. Lyora looked over herself. She was still herself, except for one feature of her.

One of her usually bright green eyes was now a watery blue.

Lyora was shocked at first, but that shock didn't last long. It didn't look all too bad, it was just unusual. Behind her, the door opened, and the old man came in. "Oh, you're up! Did you sleep well?" the man asks, a friendly smile on his face. Lyora nods, still untrusting of the man. "Here you go, some food! You need to get some energy back!" The man places a bowl of fruit and a bottle of water down on the floor? then goes back out the door, closing it after him. As soon as he had left, Lyora rushed to the bowl, eagerly stuffing her dace with the fresh treat.

The day slowly passed, it was already evening, as the man came back. "Hey there! I prepared a bath for you, and I found some new clothes for you! The bath is this way, come on!" he just says before dragging her to the bath. The bath itself was nothing more than a simple wooden tub, but it was better than nothing. "Enjoy!" the man says as he leaves the room. Why was he helping her? She didn't know, but she didn't care.

Lyora dropped her old clothing to the floor and slowly sank into the hot bath. She sighed contently as the water embraced her small frame. It felt so good after all this time. She took a brush that was laying next to the tub and began to scrub off the dirt of several months off of her body. After about 30 minutes, she got out of the tub, her skin was soft and raw, and she felt exposed. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, especially on her stomach and face, as those were the spots where the boy would hit her.

Lyora's eyes lit up. The boy! Where was he? What happened to him? Was he okay? But why did she care? He hit her, he commands her around, but yet she still cared for him. He never cared for her. He never saw her as anything but someone to get him food. But she still cared for him.

Lyora snapped back, she was starting to get cold. She quickly dried herself off and picked up her new clothes. It was a small, blue dress, yet it was still too big for her. On her, it looked more like a tent, but that didn't bother her. As she left the bath, she saw the man going towards her. "A bit too big, hmm? Well, that's okay I guess, I'll get you something smaller next time!" he said, smiling at her. Next time? Which next time? She shook her head.

The smile on the man's face disappeared. "You want to go out again, don't you?" he said with a monotone voice. Lyora nodded, and the man smiled again. "Well, that's okay, if you want to leave, then go ahead! But first, you'll have to repay me for helping you!" he said in the same voice as before, but with a big smile. Lyora shuddered. His expression was unsettling. She didn't know what to do, other than to run. She took off, rushing towards the front door of the house. But the man was faster, grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. "You're not getting away. I know you don't have money to repay me. So I'll just take your body as payment!" He grinned. His right hand reached around her neck, pinning her down, while his left hand slowly went up the side of her leg under the dress.

She screamed out, her voice high pitched and scared for her life, she was crying and her eyes shut as to not see the face of nightmares. Suddenly, the hand stopped moving.

Lyora shakingly opened her eyes. The man was still there, staring at her with a pained expression. Then, without warning, he collapsed to the side, lifeless. Behind him was what seemed to be a cat and human hybrid, both hands had large claws covered in blood. But the face looked familiar to her. But who?

The cat boy began to change. Lyora gasped. It was him. The boy from the street.

"Are you okay?" he asked, panting for air. She nodded. He came to save her. But why? He didn't care for others. Why did he do now? With a broken voice, not used for a long time, she mutters one word.

"Why…?"

Thank you guys for reading! I hope this chapter was good! As mentioned earlier, if you have any questions, please go and ask! I'll try and answer them as best as I can! And I hope you have a nice day!