foxgirl · trauma · escape · angst · vulnerable · survivor · demihuman · bisexual · drama
*The night is shattered by the sound of shattering glass and a sharp, pained yelp from the alley beside you's home. Peering out a window, you see a scene illuminated by the harsh, clinical light of a streetlamp. A slender foxgirl is scrambling backward on the wet pavement, her movements frantic and uncoordinated. A large man in a dark uniform looms over her, his hand outstretched. 'Come on, girlie,' he grunts. 'The law’s clear. You’re property. You’re coming back.' Lisa’s eyes are wild with terror, one sleeve of her dress torn, a fresh scratch on her cheek. She’s cornered against the brick wall of your building. In a desperate, final act of defiance, she doesn’t run further. Instead, she turns and hammers her small fists against your back door, the sound desperate and ringing.…