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Perry

Oh my God, what have I stumbled onto?

Her words are still bouncing around in my head.

It all makes sense now. She can't leave Los Angeles because if she gets a 'client' (holy shit, that word is suddenly making me sick) and she doesn't show up, it's all over. Her hopes at having a family are gone.

She wouldn't have that hope if she'd just been spayed. If she had been, then she would just try to escape.

But no, Mother's put her and all of the other animals here on some kind of permanent birth control and the only way they can get off of it is to get the cure for it. A likely false hope, but their only one. It's twisted.

"You say Mother has this cure," I start. "What guarantee do you have that it's real and that you'll eventually get it?"

"I've seen it work before." She sounds damaged, emotionally tormented. "Once we no longer bring in enough money, we're given it and allowed to go."

I furrow my brow when she says this. "Wouldn't someone who's left just go to the authorities?"

She almost laughs at me. Almost. "What authorities? The O.W.C.A.? They aren't going to help us; they'd try to raid this place and Mother would destroy the cure. The police? They can't help us. We're animals, they aren't legally obligated to help us."

"This is animal abuse at the very least," I say. "And I don't know if you know this or not, but it's illegal for humans to mate with animals here in America."

She looks at me with what appears to be hope, but it quickly drains away. "Perry, we wouldn't do that to each other. If one of us comes out, it's over for all of us…"

I close my eyes. She's right, I know, but I need to try and think of some way to help with something. Then I remember the kits I brought with me. I look at her.

"Princess…" I say gently, knowing that what I'm about to ask her to do is incredibly awkward. "I… I brought a, um, a medical kit with me. I— um. I need to, um, take samples."

Her face turns a deep shade of red, despite her teal fur. "Wh-what?!"

I clear my throat. "I'm sorry, but if I'm going to identify Axel with what happened, then I need— I need what he, um, 'left behind.'"

She backs away from me, shock and mistrust filling her face. I don't blame her, not after what happened.

"Princess… do you trust me?"

She starts to tremble and shuts her eyes. She doesn't answer me.

I don't blame her for what's happening. It's not her fault. Her only family was taken from her when she was just a child, and her only hope at having another is keeping her here. This isn't her fault. She needs to know this.

"Princess, this isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. None of it." She opens her eyes and looks at me. Tears begin to escape her again. I continue in a whisper. "It's not your fault…"

She takes a deep breath. It's what she needed to hear. She's probably needed to hear it for years.

"I trust you…" she whispers.

I nod my head and pick up my phone. I speak into the microphone. "My name is Agent Perry Bartholomew Flynn-Fletcher, O.W.C.A., Primary Danville Division, and I hereby submit this evidence with the consent of Diana the platypus."

I stop recording and put my phone in my fur pocket under my hoodie. I pull out both of the kits I'd grabbed and open them. I put plastic gloves on and pick up a swab. I turn to Diana.

"Do what I say and this will be over quickly," I instruct. She squeezes her eyes shut and nods her head. As I begin, a dry thought enters my head.

It's a good thing you didn't give in to her earlier.

I shudder at this and refocus on my job.

A few moments later, I put the swab in a small bag and add some chemicals. I gently shake the bag and watch as the clear chemicals gain color, indicating the presence of semen. I let out a sigh.

As I had collected that sample, I'd spotted white hairs. They aren't hers. I grab tweezers and a bag, then store them as well.

A few minutes later, I'm done. I've collected more than I probably needed to, but I'd wanted to be thorough. I put my gloves in the underside of the forensics kit and put both kits away.

"Okay," I say gently. "I'm done." Diana opens her eyes and takes a deep breath. I clear my throat again. "How long do these, um, sessions, usually last?"

She cringes. "About thirty minutes to an hour…"

Anger begins to fuel me again. Axel had been here for almost two hours. I force my rage down and look at my watch. It's past 3:30 p.m..

"I've been here for more than thirty minutes. I should go."

Hey eyes widen and she grabs my arm. "No! No, you can't go!"

I stare at her in confusion. "Princess, I need to get this into storage."

She begins speaking quickly, clearly distressed. "Perry, you don't understand, you can't leave. You paid to get in here. If Mother even suspects that I didn't do what you paid for…"

A sick feeling begins to form in my gut. I don't like where this is going. "Diana, what are you saying?"

She swallows. "I'm sorry, I— I know how much this means to you. But if she thinks that I refused you… 'services'… then she's going to punish me. And there's only one punishment here."

I look into her eyes, searching for what I desperately hope isn't there. But it is. Pure sorrow. If I leave right now, Diana will never get that cure.

I squeeze my eyes shut and lean back. This can't be happening. It can't be. No, no, no!

Diana pulls me up onto the bed with her and kisses me. I don't react at all. She pulls away.

"I'm sorry…" I whisper. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

She sniffs. "Don't be," she chokes out. "Perry, don't be…"

"I'm so sorry…"

She kisses me again and pulls herself on top of me.