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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
There was a desolate drip, drip, drip, her eyes tracking the water as it fell from somewhere above; having long adjusted to the darkness. It felt as though it had been a millennia since she had been in her Mage's garden. It had been centuries since she had last seen Maple and had gotten to chase birds under the sunshine of a blue sky. They had taken her name, Bubbles, instead just calling her Kitty. The heavy chains attached to her neck and arms kept her from moving about the basement, chaining the kitten to one corner. She had a single cat toy to keep her entertained, but today she had no energy to bat the wind up mouse around. The cat felt emotionally spent, having curled up and spent the night previous mourning Maple, believing that they had taken her poor sister to the vet's and never having returned.
Her communication skills were shoddy at best. Her Mage had been attempting to teach her and Maple to speak, but they had been killed before they were able to teach her much more than a handful of words. Please, thank you, and Bubbles, were among her limited vocabulary, although she could very much understand what the humans were saying. Heavy footsteps sounded on the old wooden staircase, the kitten curling up to make herself small. Normally, when these humans came to play, they did mean things like pull her tail or kick her around and laugh. One male in particular often cupped her chest, squeezing and rubbing in uncomfortable ways. They never went below the underwear they made her wear, a hole cut out for her tail.
"Well Kitty," a group of humans had arrived, "today's the day. You're being sold at the evidence auction," the kitten squirmed against her bonds. "Food?" Her ears twitched, usually they brought something. Someone rifled around, taking out a cat treat. They rubbed something on it as the kitty opened her mouth in preparation to receive her food, the biscuit placed on her tongue. She munched down, the biscuit crumbling around her mouth. Almost instantly the poor cat began to grow dizzy and felt nauseous. She was hauled to her feet, "Come on, walk on two's, like we practiced." The heavy chains bogged her down, she stumbled up the staircase, getting struck in the side when she almost instinctively went down onto her hands and feet.
Crying out in pain as she struck the wall, someone hoisted her back up. "Walk," the kitten mewed pitifully, nodding, her matted hair no longer as silky and bouncy as it once was. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light slowly. Her tail wagged apprehensively, the windows letting in the sunlight. "Come on, this way," she was tugged down the hallway, where a bathtub was waiting. "No!" The kitty screamed, thrashing. "Stop it!" Her hair was grabbed, her knees buckled and she was dragged forward, her clothing ripped off. "No!" She mewled pitifully as she was forcefully scrubbed down, whimpering as her hair brushed with scented lotions and she was forcefully dunked under the water to wash it out. Once clean, the cat was removed from the tub and an eye patched woman came to inspect.
She squirmed, dripping wet, her hair heavy from the water. Her tail hung limply, the kitten not happy with the ordeal. The eye patched woman stepped forward, running her finger along the kitten's spine. "How interesting, it's too bad you're being auctioned off, otherwise, I would keep you for myself." She stroked behind her ears, her fingers coming down to the kitten's chin. She purred, her tail swishing; it was the first scritches she had gotten in weeks. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up," the eye patched woman brushed her hair and applied powder over the fading bruises to cover them up completely.
She was given a fancy pair of undergarments, which they struggled to get her into as the kitten was uncomfortable in clothing. For the sake of decency, or at least, what the humans believed was decency, she was given a robe to cover herself up. "Goodbye kitty, perhaps you'll fall into my lap one day, but today is not that day." The cat's tail wagged as she was given one last scritch, the human using a distraction method in order to inject the kitten in the arm. Her world began to grow dizzy once more and she fell, two men catching her.
When the Kitty opened her eyes once more, she was in someplace strange. The robe was taken and her ear had been clipped with something heavy, a tag with numbers letters. Her wrists were chained once more and she was sitting in a cage behind what was clearly a stage. "Mew," she nudged herself against the bars, slightly panicked. Was this where they had taken Maple? Was this the Vet?