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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
When she awoke, the car was quiet, having come to a stop. It did not smell like the fishing district, in fact, it didn't smell like anything. Alarmed, Clover attempted to sit up, hitting her head on the roof of the trunk. At last it popped open and the kitten struggled as she was dragged to her feet, losing one of her shoes. "Let Clover go!" She struggled, her head still foggy from the sleepy gas. The bag was pulled off of her had and the kitten blinked in the low light as she was shoved into a cage. Inside were other young women and girls, all shivering, covered in dirt and looking particularly hungry. No doubt they were lured here by the traffickers with the promise of a better life and things the kitten did not yet understand. "I know you," someone whispered, causing her to jump.
Clover whirled around, a girl huddled in the corner. Her school uniform was torn, but familiar, she went to the same Academy as Erika. "You're Harington's cat," Clover nodded, sitting down beside her. "Master will come find Clover," she whispered, attempting to assure the girl. An hour or so later, they came around with dinner, passing out bowls of thick, sludgy soup and stale bread. Afterwards, they were sprayed with a cold house and told to remove their clothing. Clover hissed whenever one of the males came near her, admiring her small body with its salacious curves. The kitten took off her maid uniform, leaving only her collar. "That comes off too," Clover touched the bell, shaking her head. "No! Master will not find her if Clover takes it off!" She was pulled roughly against the bars, the metal cold against her skin. "That's the point," he ripped it off and hit her in the head with the butt of his gun, the kitten collapsing against one of the other females.
Their legs were clapped with chains, they were made to lumber slowly towards a loading bay, where each girl was given an injection before being put inside of a box with nothing but small holes to breathe through. Clover struggled as she was lifted between two humans, injected in the neck and shoved roughly inside of one such crate. "No!" She mewled sleepily, scratching at the inside. Her nails left marks, her fingers bleeding as the crate was lifted and moved, loaded onto the submarine that would take them away. Her eyes drifted shut once more despite herself and Clover was dreadfully certain that she wasn't going to see Master for a while.
"Clover, Clover. Oh gosh, she's dead isn't she? Please wake up, please don't be dead." Clover opened her eyes, a hazy face coming into focus. "Maple!" She sat up so quickly their foreheads hit and the two kittens recoiled. "Thank goodness you're awake," there was a large bruise and dried up blood where she had been hit with the gun. "Where is Clover?" The kitten looked around, realizing she was in another unfamiliar place. "We're on an island apparently, not far from Min City." That was all of the information Maple had been able to glean. Clover reached up, touching one of her sore ears. There was a tag on it, no doubt an auction or ID number. "Master will find Clover, Clover will bring Maple and Juvian home," she could not truly remember Maple's ward's name.
The other cat looked away, clearly upset about something. "They sold him already, they took him away. I couldn't do anything to protect him," Clover's heart clenched painfully. "Clover will find him," the kitten said, holding her sister's hand. "Clover will save everyone," that much was a promise.