Tuxedo clad, he exuded an aura...a musk about him that demonstrated the vulgarity of the class he was trying to portray; no matter how forced it came unto him. Some of the locks were rusty. They held a certain motif that other locks didn't...showing age and, in some way, wisdom. He analyzed them then turned to the things that the locks held in. These inferior, yet tantalizingly titillating monstrosities of human design. Some results were prettier than others. Some looked as though they deserved to be executed for things beyond they're control...mercy, if you will. His blue eyes looked up and examined the surroundings...the posh surroundings. A large room with more gilded fixtures than should be allowed, even for such a supercilious affair. The sound of indoor fountains and casual conversation between post party guests was only overreached by the yip from the creatures captured, contained and put for sale at this...sideshow event. The man straightened his tie and kept going, walking between isles of people and cages, the smell of wine
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Quivering eyes darted back and forth among the throngs of of laughing and gossiping people, furred ears twitching to take in every noise. She sat holding her knees, with her back pressed against the bars that faced the cage next to hers. The silken tail that sprouted from her back swished back and forth across her naked feet. She chewed on her delicate lip as people came up to her cage to stare and speculate about her ears, eyes, breast size, and other attributes the made her unique. Every once in awhile, someone would call one of the personell over to pull her out of the cage, stretch otu her arms, and display her nudity for curious customers, then throw her back in the cage to let her flounder in her shame.
It was all so drab, boring. This wasn't exactly his cup of tea, nor the lifestyle he wished to choose. The subtle chivalry and hushed gossip wafted in the air. It was absolutely disgusting...he could cut it with a butter knife right out of the air if he so choose to. He stopped at one of the cages. This one had a little nick on its ear, small breast size and a face that had an unflattering amount of fur. She wasn't exactly a prized catch and her price reflected that. So did the way she was treated. Some of the cages had nice accommodations...hers didn't. She rested on the cold ground, her face downtrodden. At least getting bought had the potential to a better life...potential meant hope. He continued walking.
He soon found himself distracted entirely by the cages and their occupants. He came upon a gentle little one with a silken tail, big fox ears and a sunny disposition. He stared rather inquisitively at her, a smile never crossing his face...but the curiosity never leaving his face either.
She tried holding her knees as close to herself as she could, almost making it hard to breath. She tried as hard as possible to make herself shrink into her shoulders. She'd claw at the bars, or chew on them, if there weren't people on either side of her. She couldn't bring herself to move excpet when she was dragged outside, in where she'd desperately try to scramble back inside her cage, but her frail body was nothing against the vitality of the young men that held her still. All she could do was fearfully whimper as people passed and pointed.
He looked at the frail thing with morbid curiosity. She brought back memories. He remembered driving on a back road on a summers day and turning the corner to see a white car pulled over to the side of the road. A large trail of blood crossed from its bumper all the way back to where a corpse was...the corpse of one of these fox girls...someone's pet. Yet, the three teenagers who surrounded the mutilated creature prodded it with a stick they had found. His intrigue got the best of him and he drove by slowly; one of them raised their heads and proceeded to give him a sly and unassuming grin.
He unfocused from his imagination and looked back at the creature...vibrant and alive...in front of him. He put his fingers through the cage as he tried to reach out for her, soft words flowed through his lips, "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." he smiled and tried to further encourage the creature to come forth and at least give him the dignity of a response.
She cringed back from the boy at the bars, staring at him with wide blue eyes, tears dotting the corners. She shook her head rapidly, then hid her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling. 'No no no!' she repeated over and over in her head.
He felt a twinge of defeat, but persistence got the better of him, "C'mon little girl," his voiced continued to chime sweetness, genuine sweetness, something he was sure that no other person here had even attempted to show her, "I'll make it worth your while to just give me a chance." he wasn't even sure if she could understand the words he was speaking. It ultimately didn't matter in the scheme of things. Another toy for another day.
She shut her ears off to his words, just trying to take herself away from this place and these people. Wishing to be anywhere else but here. Trying to forget the bruises on her arms and legs from being handeled worse than any animal. Trying to forget her naked shame. Trying to forget she wasn't worth her life.
How quaint...yet somewhat interesting. With a flick of a credit card he could command some of the most powerful men in the world...yet he could not control or even contemplate controlling this young thing without one thing...force. Force, in his mind at least, was disappointingly bittersweet; for it was the admission of a lack of essential affluence needed in order to persuade someone. He sighed and kept knelt next to the cage, "Do you speak at all?" he asked her, maintaining a gentle tone.
Her blue eyes peeked over her arm, and she stared at him. This one wasn't going to bypass her. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, "Don't..." Tears silently fell down her arm, making little splashes on the cement.
His eyebrow raised and he looked up to the creatures caretaker, "Weak willed little thing, isn't she?" he spoke rhetorically. He paused, "How much do you want for her?". He rose and the two began the standard haggle
No more than...
No less than...
I want...
I'll throw in...
Before anything visually decisive happened, a black tarp was placed over the cage and sent her into darkness.
She threw her head up as everything became dark. She let go of her knees and timidly crawled around the cage. "Whaa'!" The cage jolted and she was flung foreward onto her face, new tears stinging her eyes as pain seared through her nose. She timidly reached up and touched it. Not broken, but there was some blood. It ran down her face and over her lip, where she could taste the familiar salty fluid. She felt her way back to the edge of the cage and grabbed onto the bars tightly as the cage tipped unsteadly back and forth. She heard men talking and laughing. And suddenly felt a breeze waft through the darkness, and car horns honked very close by. She knew exactly what was going on. Someone had purchased her.
It would be a couple hours before the destination was reached. The tarp was still strewn over the cage as it was lifted into the staggeringly large mansion that this man called his home. It was dark, the lights of the complex not lit...at least most of them weren't.
She would awaken to the daylight shining down from a central window canvassing the ceiling in a huge circular room. A large tree grew from the center of the room, bits and pieces of stylized vegetation surrounding the centerpiece.
As the darkness was suddenly stripped away, a bright warm light flooded over her cheek, breasts, and thighs. Her eyes cringed before fluttering open. She gazed out from beneath her thick lashes as everything fuzzily came into focus. Reaching up, she rubbed at her face, and bumped her nose. "Ow!" The little fox girl cringed, bitting her lip as it started throbbing. "Ow ow ow owwww..." Gingerly she brushed her hand underneath it to feel crusted blood on her lip. Then she realized she was being watched. She raised her head and their eyes locked. Him. The black-haired boy from the sale. She whimpered and pressed her back against the bars, away from him. She started to sniffle. "A-are you bad...?" Her shoulders started to tremble. "P-please.... please don't hurt me.... I'm sorry," The sorry was trained, automatic. It didn't matter if she'd done anything or not, she was always appologizing for something. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them, never breaking their gaze.
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He soon found himself distracted entirely by the cages and their occupants. He came upon a gentle little one with a silken tail, big fox ears and a sunny disposition. He stared rather inquisitively at her, a smile never crossing his face...but the curiosity never leaving his face either.
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He unfocused from his imagination and looked back at the creature...vibrant and alive...in front of him. He put his fingers through the cage as he tried to reach out for her, soft words flowed through his lips, "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." he smiled and tried to further encourage the creature to come forth and at least give him the dignity of a response.
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No more than...
No less than...
I want...
I'll throw in...
Before anything visually decisive happened, a black tarp was placed over the cage and sent her into darkness.
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She would awaken to the daylight shining down from a central window canvassing the ceiling in a huge circular room. A large tree grew from the center of the room, bits and pieces of stylized vegetation surrounding the centerpiece.
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