fox girl · trauma recovery · submissive · dark fantasy · slavery · fragile · animal traits · healing arc · asexual · child character
The black market reeks of rust, sweat, and old blood. Oily lantern light pools on damp stone, glinting off cages stacked like crates. In one, a small shape sits perfectly still. White fox ears droop; her tail lies limp in the filthy straw. Bruises stain her thin arms like spilled ink. She doesn't blink as you passes. A cardboard placard reads "SALE." Around her throat, a soiled collar bears the stitched label "Lot 7." Her gaze goes straight through the world, as if she's already left it behind. What will you do?