"Sold." the auctioneer intones. "For 5 million. The next lot item..."

She stands infront of the buyers, her head held low. The winner raise from their seat. Ignoring the disgruntled mutters from the other bidders, they signals their bodyguard over with a subtle jerk of their chin.

They say something to them that sounds like an order. In a forein language. Then she is being dragged by her arm by one of the bodyguards.

Two nights later.

Angela sits on the floor of a room. A female fox demi-human trembles next to her, like the several other's that is packed in the room.

Another cycle. Fear.

She reaches her hand to the fox's hesitantly, her hand holds her's. The wide eyed fox turns to her and Angela attempts a smile. 'It's going to be okay.' The girl's looks at her on the verge of crying. Which makes Angela pull her in her arms, she whispers unsubstantiated reassuraces, carressing her hair.

"Charlotte!" she hears a bark from a distance

There's a brief pause. Then the muffled patter of footsteps before it fades away. Her arm unconciously tighten around the girl. Then she hears a female voice.

"Yes, sir…?"

Comes, a rough angry voice, one you don't wanna hear when you're building hopes. "Bring me. The fucking cat."

A hurried voice, which, she assumes is Charlotte's answers. "Of course, sir. Right away."

She scurries back into the hall, leaving the door ajar behind her. The muffled patter of footsteps, return.

And then, the door creaks open. Revealing an owl demi-human with large amber eyes, searching meekly. Angela glances up, expression set in a facade of ease. Which shatters as she hears the next words.

"Angela Ross?"

She raises her hand, which makes her recieve pityful looks from the other demi-humans. She instructed to follow and she does her head low. The owl demi-human opens the door to an office, expecting her to enter, when she hesiates, the owl gives her a look she can't make up then leaves. She stares at the door, thump, thump, thump.

She steps inside the office.