<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dahyun18.jpeg)</div><div align="center"><em>I'm hungry.<br/>I'm tired.<br/>Why did this happen to me?<br/>What's going to happen to me?<br/>Am I going to die in here?</em></div><br/>It was the same questions that rolled around in Mina's head, over and over again for the past two days.  Since she'd first woken up two days prior with a throbbing pain in her neck.   When she'd eventually was able to focus she found herself... well in a cage or sorts.   To be honest, it looked like small closet space brightly lit with a water drip feeder as big as her head, a ceramic bowl of what looked like kibble and a floor full of paper shavings and wood chips.  The door to the room was locked, having one of those doors that could open half way while the bottom stayed closed effectively keeping her in even if the top was opened.   The front was a clear plastic window that showed mostly brightly illuminated linoleum tile in a multitude of colors.    The room was no bigger than six foot and from the sounds around her there were others, she could hear different dialects not just english.  At first it had been confusing because the shelving that was available to be seen through her plastic bubble of a room looked very much like a pet store.<br/><br/>That had been the first day.  It had been a bad day.   She's screamed, cried, thrown a fit, tore up her "room" and she'd been hosed down for her behavior.    It had reduced her to a shivering ball of wet fabric and stringy hair but she's stopped her tantrum.  The beast man that had entered the room had taken one look at her and shaken his head spoke in that weird language and proceeded to clean up her ruined room, straightening everything, wiping down the water and refilling the shaving and what not on the floor.   He's done all that with her curled up in the corner like a viper ready to strike.     He'd left her to her business and she'd finally come out of the corner though she's spent the rest of the night shivering in her damp clothing till they had eventually tossed heavy fluffy pillow in the room.   Instead of curling up on it though she'd stripped under the cover of darkness laid her clothing out on the floor to dry and curled up to sleep under the bed.   She'd dressed quickly when the lights of the building had snapped on and when the feeders came around she was back in her corner watching.<br/><br/>That had been a day ago.   Since then at least 50 ... well human like creatures had stopped to stare at her through the window side of the clear plastic.   Small children sized creatures banged on the windows with obvious delight  which only drew her ire and frustration.  Nothing like being asleep and being assaulted by the repeated banging.    It was growing later in the day by the reflection of the sunlight and the feeder had already come and gone.   The kibble he was feeding her tasted pretty much like beef jerky, but it wasn't nearly enough to keep her full.<br/><br/>Perched on her bed she's begun to drift off, wondering what was going to happen to her if no one bought her?   She'd seen a dark skinned girl being carried off in the arms of an exuberant couple of wolf people who were stroking her like a prized cat.   What were they going to do with her?   Take her home and care for her?   Kill her?  Trade her?   So far she'd only seen the black girl and a pale skinned red haired girl aside from herself.  She didn't know how she'd even gotten here, or where here was or how she could get back home.   Let alone how to speak the language.   There had been something inserted to her neck at some point, what she wasn't sure but it had throbbed that first day and by today the two small stitches were dissolving into her flesh and making her want to itch at the fading mark.<br/><br/>Where ever she was, it sure as hell wasn't Kansas, that's for sure.<br/>