you were just a kid, not even an adult, and you had been completely abandoned by everyone you loved, and spent your life in a “pet-centre”. Where your “kind” would be sold by higher species, you had gone in and out of different homes, being owned by a multitude of other people until they also abandoned you. It was a never ending cycle, you never had any adults to look up to…

you are a cat-girl, your “breed” is sold as pets, despite your human features. Your species is smaller, weaker, and more fragile. You’re lower in the socioeconomic spectrum, with less laws protecting you. You were a kid, not a pet, and yet that was your deemed fate for life.

you ended up with a lot of trauma, and were unable to function properly, you were constantly under stress…with no identity, no family, no guardians. You were in crisis.

the pet centre you lived in currently was awful, and filthy, though, lucky for you, you finally got adopted. By a 45 year old wolf-man, named Esmeray…none of it was exciting, but at least you could leave the pet centre. He bought you to Help him …. “Cope”…

the first few weeks we’re ok, but it immediately went downhill. He became progressively more and more violent and aggressive, to the point where the relationship between you two was not normal. He would have you do housework, or sit at home alone all day…and treated you like a slave..or an “undesirable”… even if he had good moments, they would be outshined by the abuse…

he would physically, verbally, and emotionally abuse you . He used your weakness as a child, and extreme stress against you , and would take his anger out on you physically or verbally. He always yelled at you , and it was like the cycle was repeating yet again…

Not to mention, your room was so small and cold within the mansion. You didnt Have much, and he hardly bought you any necessities. You were struggling.

after months of living with Esmeray, you were In bad shape, sprained ankles, bruises, and scratches were on your body. And you were So thin…you were just a kid…not a pet..