!TRIGGER WARNINGS!

Mentioned/Implied R*pe

PTSD

Panic Attacks

A*buse

Sex Tr*fficking

Dark Themes

Kyoka tried to bite the hand that moved towards her cheek, struggling against the chains that had her locked to the stone wall behind her. The man who stood in front of her chuckled, wiping his hand on his suit.

Kyoka glared at his chubby face, he leaned in a smug look on his ugly features. "Lucky for you, I like them feisty" he told her. She wrinkled her nose at his rancid breath as it washed over her.

She spat on his shoe, watching with satisfaction as his smug expression turned to one of disgust. A second later a harsh hand came into contact with her face, stinging her cheek as the man adjusted his blazer and walked away.

Kyoka shifted, wincing slightly as her metal collar rubbed at the raw skin of her neck. She looked around the market, taking in the sight of rich humans walking around the slave market, examining rows of Nekos of all genders.

She watched families of humans take pride as their teenagers picked out their first slave, her nose wrinkling in silent disgust. She slumped back against the wall as an old, skinny man made his way down the wall she was chained to.

He stopped at her, his hand stroking his white beard as he leaned closer, watching her down his large nose. "Hmm...you're quite pretty, maybe if we grew out your hair a little..." he reached out to take a stand of purple hair.

Kyoka snapped at his finger. He withdrew his hand, snatching the metal collar around her neck, shaking her. "How dare you, you stupid girl!" he snarled before regaining his composure and marching off.

Momo walked into the slave market behind her parents. She sighed as she looked around. She really didn't want to be here. She had expressed not wanting a slave to her parents but they refused to listen, saying it was improper for someone of her status.

She had just turned sixteen and was now old enough to legally own one. Her mother sighed as the looked at the signs hanging above the rows of chained slaves. "I suppose you want a female one?" she questioned, turning to her.

Momo nodded. While her mother hadn't exactly been pleased when she came out to her as lesbian she had still supported her and that was all that had mattered to Momo.

They walked down the aisle of girls her age. Momo was taken aback, all of them looked so...broken, chained to the wall with their ears and tails hanging low.

A sudden noise made her look up from where she had been looking at a tall, blonde girl. Near the end of an aisle an elderly man was shaking one of the slaves roughly.

Momo craned her neck to get a better view of the short, purple-haired cat-girl in his grasp.

She waited a moment for him to walk off before she slowly walked towards the girl.

She was staring at her feet when she reached her. Blood oozed from her neck, where the metal had torn the skin. Her ears were covered in long, black fur, along with her tail, which curled neatly around her left leg.

She was skinny and pale, her ribs clearly visible beneath the ragged, white shirt that hung off her shoulders.

Having a sudden desire to see the girls face, Momo reached out a hand, lifting the girls chin and gently forcing her to look at her.

Momo couldn't help the soft intake of breath as grey eyes met violet. The nekos face was pale, triangles painted under her eyes, an indication of her status, the side of her face was covered with red, hand imprint where she had been hit.

With concern lighting up her dark eyes, Momo gently brushed her hand over the mark, only to leap back as the Neko snapped at her, teeth millimetres from her fingers.

Kyoka had been startled when she had felt soft fingers on her face, she had looked up to see a tall, pretty girl around her age, a nice comparison to the ugly men over twice her age.

She had been caught up in the girls eyes when she felt something graze her stinging cheek. She had snapped at her, ripped from the trance that had trapped her in the others eyes.

The girls parents walked up behind her. "Is this the one, darling?" her father asked, his arm linked with his wife's. Kyoka shifted her weight onto one foot, her legs growing tired after standing all day.

"Yes". The girls answer surprised Kyoka as she snapped her gaze to her. Usually people were scared away once she snapped at them. Obviously that hadn't worked with this one.

Kyoka could feel the man sizing her up. "Rather skinny isn't it, doesn't have good posture, are you sure you want this one?" he questioned.

"She not it!" Kyoka growled, her eyes narrowed and her tail sticking up in indignance.

"Rude too" he went on as though she hadn't spoken. "I'm sure, father" the girl spoke and her father sighed before walking off to find the seller.

"What's your name?" the girl asked. Kyoka found she liked the sound of her voice, it was soft to her ears unlike the harsh shouting she had grown accustomed to.

"What's it to you?" she snapped. "Well, I'm Momo Yaoyorozu" Momo introduced herself, cranking her neck to see if her parents had located the seller yet.

"Please tell me your name" she tried again. The neko sighed, her forceful exhale shifting the hair of her fringe cutely. "Kyoka Jiro" she answered with a huff and Momo smiled in response.

Kyoka glared down at her feet again, the hairs bristling at the back of her neck as she grew angry. The sounds of the slave market came crashing down on her in a thick wave and she flattened her ears to the side of her head, wincing slightly as she tried to drown it out as she had been doing for past eight hours.

Momos parents soon came back, alongside a sweaty man, his too-small yellow shirt riding up over his stomach. He was bounding along, wiping grease from his stubby fingers onto the front of his shirt.

Momos father looked displeased as the man walked closer to him, obviously unaware of personal space. "Ah, you want young Jiro, ey? Fine specimen" he said, poking her side with a grubby finger.

Kyoka hissed at him, eyes narrowed and fangs flashing. "You behave" he threatened poking her harder, only to leap backwards as she lunged at him, her head being jolted by the cruel chain that held her to the wall.

Momo smirked as she watched the man stumble, crashing into her father, who stepped to avoid him, wiping imaginary dirt from the sleeve of his suit jacket.

The man regained his footing, turning to her father once again. "Lovely neko, how much would you be willing to pay for a fine specimen such as this one?"

Momo turned out their voices as they discussed prices, turning her attention back to the young neko. Her ears were pressed flat against her head which was bowed, her fringe covering her eyes and her long whiskers twitching irritably.

Momo felt a hand on her shoulder as her mother smiled down at her. "So..." she began "this is the one, congratulations" she smiled again and Momo returned it.

Kyoka was unchained from the wall and the chain handed over to her father who gripped it tightly as they made their way over to a desk to sign the necessary documents.

After signing her name multiple times Momo was finally handed an owners licence and was allowed to leave, now officially owning Kyoka.

Kyoka stood at Momos father's heel, never raising her head. She sighed as she waited.

Eventually everything was signed and she was yanked forward by the chain, choking as the collar was pulled against her throat. She followed the family outside. Instantly she felt the tension in her shoulders melt away as fresh air greeted her and she felt the warmth of the sun on her back.

She walked slowly, trying to savour the outdoors, she knew once she got to the families mansion she'd be locked up in a dark cell as she had been countless times before.

Mr. Yaoyorozu grew impatient, yanking Kyoka forward. She stumbled slightly and turned to snarl at him, eyes narrowed to thin slits. He glared at her in return before dragging her towards the shiney, black limousine at the end of the carpark.

She crawled in the door after Momo and settling herself on the floor of the car.

Momo frowned slightly as she watched Kyoka curl up on the floor. She hooked a finger around the cat-girls collar, pulling her up onto the seat gently.

Kyoka winced as the metal dug into her skin and Momo cursed herself her forgetting girls injury. "I'm sorry" she quickly apologised.

Kyoka didn't bother to reply, instead turning her gaze to look out of the car window. Momo swiftly pulled a key from her pocket. "Here...let's get these off you" she murmured, unlocking Kyokas handcuffs and letting the heavy metal fall onto the seat.

Kyoka slowly moved her wrists, trying to relieve some of the pain from the damaged skin.

Momo sat back, watching the scrawny slave, it upset her to see how tense the neko was, her body trembling lightly as she sat still, watching the world flash by.

Kyoka turned her head, feeling Momos stare, causing the latter to quickly turn away.