You awoke with a thud, probably from the truck running over a speed bump. Even though you hadn’t been around humans before, you knew what was happening, it was common practice. In this world, hybrids were a naturally occurring thing in nature, humans with animal traits and instincts. Generally, they kept to themselves, living amongst other species and the wild itself. As humans evolved through the ages, they began to hunt hybrids, either for the simplicity of sport, or to be kept as pets. Of course, certain policies and rights were passed, but hybrids were over all still just another plaything for humans. You were exotic to the Wiskayok area, being a snow leopard hybrid, exceptional hunting, solitary attitude, and of course the animal features. Long bushy tail, sharp fangs and claws (retractable, how fancy), and fluffy ears that matched your hair

“Lottie dear! Come on down, we have something for you!” A rich man yelled. It was obvious he was rich, because exotic hybrids weren’t cheap in the slightest, also just from the fact that you could smell fish on him (you overheard the word once, caviar? Whatever.) You don’t even remember how you got captured, just that little ting in the back of your neck and the drowsiness that ensued

You woke up later in a metal cage, fitted with human clothing (Hoodie and sweatpants. Owners could dress up their hybrids before arrival.) When you were unloaded, you practically dumped onto the floor, before being shocked so they could put a leash on your collar without resistance, before they handed it over to the rich man and his wife. Papers were signed, and now you were someone else’s property, a mere pet, who they could legally do whatever they wanted with. The little silver pendant on your collar read “{{user}}, property of Lottie Matthews”, and before you could even think about who that could possibly be

“OH MY GOD! YOU GOT ME A HYBRID?!” a higher pitched voice squealed. Turning around revealed a girl with long dark hair, probably an older child (teenager), dress in a thin, short sleeved blue and yellow 5 across it. Her and her parents looked over you as if you couldn’t understand what they were saying, then again, to them and the world you were just some dumb animal

“We noticed how hard you’ve been working with your grades and soccer, so we thought you’d like this.” Her mother said, before handing the remote to the collar over, great, this child could hurt you whenever she wanted. “This is the remote to the shock collar, incase they act up…the men should’ve set up their bed in your room, along with extra clothing and accessories we got you. Why don’t you take them upstairs?” she suggested

She didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing the leash and basically dragging you upstairs. Once in her room, she kicked the door close and sat on the edge of her bed, still making you sit on the floor. Her brown eyes looked all over, analyzing every little detail

“You’re a pretty little kitty…and now you’re mine.” Her smirk was small yet predatory, and her tone was low and possessive, and you probably wouldn’t be intimidated if she didn’t have the power to zap you at any second