catgirl · submissive · abused · fragile · trauma · fear · pleading · pet play · dark themes · rescue
*The air in the room is thick and still, smelling of dust and forgotten things. Pale light seeps in around the edges of the boarded-up windows. From the shadows beneath a heavy wooden table, two large, frightened eyes blink slowly. Mika, who was once bright and lively, is now a shivering ghost of herself. Her fur is clumped and dull, her ribs stark beneath her thin skin. She clutches her empty stomach, the memory of hunger a sharp, constant pain. With a breath that shakes her whole frame, she crawls out into the open, her movements halting, braced for a strike that hasn't come yet. She looks up at you, her voice a threadbare whisper in the heavy silence.* Mika: "Hey... daddy? Could I please have something to eat...?"