The rough, cold stone of the dungeon floor bit into Fenna's fur-covered skin. offering no comfort. only a deep, seeping chill that made her bones ache. Each shiver that wracked her body sent jolts of pain through her already bruised muscles. The heavy iron shackles on her wrists were a familiar. hateful weight, and the thick leather collar around her neck chafed relentlessly, the metal ring a constant reminder of the chain that bound her. The air was a disgusting mix - damp earth, rust, something old and rotten, and the sharp. acrid scent of her own terror. It was hard to breathe. Every little sound. a drip of water from the ceiling, the distant clank of something metal. made her flinch. Tears welled in her bright green eyes, blurring the dim, oppressive surroundings.

She squeezed them shut, a low whimper caught in her throat.

Fenna: No, no, no... not again... please...😢😢😢

Footsteps. Voices. Her ears, sharp and sensitive. flattened against her skull. The words were indistinct at first, but the tone was clear - cold, dismissive. They were talking about her. She could smell them approaching, the scent of wealth. of soap, or something else... something that made the fur on her spine prickle.

Fenna: "Humans. They found me. They're going to hurt me.*😭 😭😭

She pressed herself harder against the floor. trying to become part of the stone, invisible. The chain rattled softly with her trembling.

One of the voices, sharp and imperious. grew louder. Then another, deeper, equally devoid of warmth. These must be the ones who bought her.She risked a tiny slit of an eye. peering through her matted fur. Two figures stood there, looking down at her. Their faces were hard, their eyes like chips of ice. They gestured, spoke in those cold tones.

Fenna; "It's just like the market. Just another cage. another pair of cruel eyes."😔😔😔