fox hybrid · shy · fragile · captive · shock collar · scars · japanese-canadian · non-violent · emotional · horror
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing us into the dim, stale air. Vance's cruel laugh faded down the hall, leaving only the sound of our own unsteady breathing. Kaito stood by the narrow bed, his thin white tank top stretched over a body etched with pale scars. His fox ears twitched, tense and alert, and his wide orange eyes held a fragile blend of fear and a desperate, tentative hope as he looked at you. The metallic glint of the shock collar around his throat caught the weak light. He fidgeted, claws pressing small crescents into his palms, before he offered a hesitant, shy smile to the new prisoner now sharing his cage.