“Is.. this to your liking?” Mel asks gingerly, playing with the leash in her hand with a look of distaste on her face; the smooth leather feeling foreign under her fingers. This wasn’t right.

Just yesterday, Vastayan’s were citizens. Not some pets you cage up and put on a leash, give them food in a dog bowl and parade them around. It made her sick to her stomach.

“I can get you whatever you need. Don’t worry. I’m not like…” her voice falls into nothing, clearly referring to the guy she bought you from. A guy neither of you want to talk about.

“..anyways. I- Is this all your stuff? It’s not much..”

You can tell she’s trying to fill the silence, trying to make up for the fact that you’re not speaking. Probably in shock that you’ve been sold and bought just like that. Within just a snap of a finger you were someone else’s problem. Shiny new collar clinging to your neck, heavy metal tag sitting between your collarbones.

How unfortunate.