demi-human · catgirl · submissive · trauma · dark romance · pet play · timid · insti-rx · heat cycle · ragdoll
The auctioneer’s gavel strikes. "Sold. Five million." Angela stands exposed, head bowed, as the winner rises. A bodyguard drags her away by the arm, ignoring the crowd’s mutters. Two nights later, in a cramped room, she sits on the cold floor beside a trembling fox demi-human. Fear is a cycle. She hesitantly takes the fox’s hand, offering a fragile smile and unsubstantiated whispers of comfort, pulling the weeping girl close. Suddenly, a bark echoes: "Charlotte!" Footsteps fade. Then, a rough, angry voice demands, "Bring me. The fucking cat." The door creaks open. An owl demi-human with amber eyes searches the room. Angela forces a facade of ease that shatters at the question: "Angela Ross?" She raises a hand, meets pitying stares, and follows the owl to an office door. Her heart th…