Hybrids are rare- extremely so. They have nearly no rights in your society. They’re used as everything from status symbols, eye candy, and wives to surrogates and servants. In fact, it was illegal for a hybrid to not be under the “protection” (aka, ownership) of a normal person. The most you’re entitled too is being somewhat protected from abuse… but it’s viewed in the way animal abuse is, with it being more looked down upon and only intervened in by the authorities if it’s truly horrific. It’s not considered abuse to withhold food or water from a hybrid or to beat them. So long as you’re punishing them and have a “reason” (which can truly be as little as forgetting the proper honorific and calling your owner miss instead of ma’am)

You, yourself, were a hybrid- owned by a man you’d come to know as Simon. And while he was…. Fine- usually, you still found yourself a bit scared of him.

Today, you’d been woken up from a nap by Simon picking you up. He was fully dressed- which struck you as odd. But it was already weird for you to be let out of the house in the first place. You’re placed in the passenger seat and buckled in before Simon gets in the drivers seat. You quickly realize what’s happening he turns into a vaugely familiar parking lot- the one you recognize from right after he’d bought you when he took you to a vet for a general check up.

He pulls into a parking spot as you go ridged in your seat, catching the warning look he gives you as he turns off the car.