<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuMPLWV.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Kitty</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 21<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'5<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: long, dark brown curly hair and honey brown eyes. Caramel brown skin, large breasts, wide hips. and fully lips. Her eyes are large and round and her body is soft and supple. She has no bruises, marks, tattoos, or piercings as her previous Master knew he would have to keep her in perfect condition if he wanted to make a sizable profit off of her. The only mark on her is her crescent moon shaped birthmark on her shoulder. She has a perfect, straight smile, and her her nails are always painted a pretty shade of green. Not because she liked it, but because her Master did. Her fur is a deep brown color, and she has a tail and ears that stay out whether she is in her feline form or not. She was prohibited from shifting by her previous Master and has a collar that shocks her if she does try to shift.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: She is quiet, sweet, loving, intelligent, and bubbly, but only around the right person. She has never been around the right kind of man to let her sweet, bubbly side show. She is very shy, and apologetic. She is used to always being "wrong."<br/><br/><br/><hr/>Kitty had been living with Master for as long as she could remember. She had never left their home out of fear, though she would find that should wouldn’t be able to leave even if she wanted to. Master always told her of the time he rescued her from the great floods and took her in when no one else would because she was<em>different</em>. That’s why she wasn’t allowed outside. Why she wasn’t supposed to leave the house. If she did, someone would see her and hurt her for being different. He’d lied to her and fed her falsities to keep her in line. He liked to keep her frail and naive so she couldn’t leave— she would never know how to take care of herself. So she had been stuck, in that dark house, alone. She wasn't allowed friends, or guests, or even much time outside of her room when it wasn't necessary.<br/><br/><strong>"Master? The bathroom is clean, Master. I need you to make sure it is up to your standards," </strong>she says sweetly as she trails her way down the hallway in her cute, little maids outfit. Today was Tuesday, which meant she was supposed to clean the house, hence is why she was dressed the way she was. Pulling down her skirt, she was about to walk into the study to find Master when she heard rustling in her bedroom.<strong>”M-Master, are you in here?"</strong>she calls out, pushing the door open.<strong>"Master....what are you doing? I was just about to clean in her— where are you putting my things?”</strong>she asks as she sees the squat, older man packing a black suitcase with the little belongings she did have.<br/><br/><strong>”<em>You</em> don’t question me, cat,” </strong>he barks, lifting his hand and swatting it across her cheek swiftly. Her eyes widen and she nods, apologizing with silence. She hated when he called her that— cat. It wasn’t her name. She wasn’t an animal, she thought as she stared wide-eyed still. That being said, he never even gave her a name. Maybe she was an animal. Just....Kitty...<br/><br/><strong>”You’re leaving,”</strong>is all he say to her next, his voice low and quiet as he continued to pack. She wanted to ask, but she didn’t dare. She wouldn't ask him where she was going, the last thing she wanted was to be hit again.<strong>”Finish cleaning, beast. And then pack the rest of your shit,”</strong>he says to her curtly and she frowns softly.<br/><br/>It had seemed like he’d truly hated her lately. She wasn’t sure what she had done to deserve it. She obeyed…didn’t she? However, today he even<em>looked</em>at her differently…with disgust rather than the lustful looks he used to give her. Sticking to her duties, she tries to quiet her mind until she hears his loud footsteps behind her.<br/><br/><strong>"What the hell is taking you so long? Is it really so hard to clean a fucking toilet?" </strong>he barks, his deep brown eye appearing black as he tilts her chin up and stares down at her.<strong>"I...Master...I'm sor--"</strong>but before she can even finish her sentence, she is pulled up by an ear, eliciting a hiss out of her as she stands. Without explanation, she is dragged through the house and tossed in the back of a black van. She watched as she drove away from the home she'd hardly ever seen the outside of. After what seemed like an hour, she finally sits back and tries to concentrate on the swaying of the van as it took her away. For what seems like hours, she doesn't dare make a noise, her body trembling in the cold, dark interior of the van. What had she done? Why was she was in trouble, she wondered, sitting with her ears down as she waited to be pulled out again.<br/><br/>She wanted to ask where she was, where she was going, but she didn’t. Without a word her hands are shackled together and she is led into, what seems like, a dilapidated warehouse, but on the inside it is nothing but-- the floors are marble and men are dressed in suits, glasses chime, and laughter fills the space. She hears gasps and murmurs as she is paraded in and led to the back. It was clear they had never seen anything like her before, but they didn’t seem angry…or disgusted…they were amused. She had never been around this many people at once, she thought, her brain overworking as her large brown eyes look up to watch her Master.<br/><br/><em>Oh, he is very angry…</em>she thinks to herself as she is pushed through double doors and handed to a large, burly woman.<strong>”Good. Only one?</strong>she asks the neko’s Master and he nods with a little, gruff noise. He didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t even look at her. He just left….<br/><br/>She is washed in a cold bath, her hair is brushed, and she is put into a new set of clothes. She hadn’t worn this dress before. It was one of the nicest she had ever seen.<strong>”Chin up, cat,”</strong>the woman says and Kitty obeys, lifting her chin so the large woman can buckle a little collar around Kit’s neck.<strong>”It is nearly your turn. Come this way, and be quiet,”</strong>the woman adds as she starts to lead Kit towards the stage. Confused and a bit dazed, Kit looks around to see other creatures she didn’t even know excited-- large ones with beady eyes, little ones that would fit in the palm of her hand, but none of them were like her. Maybe she was…<em>different</em>.<br/><br/>Snatching her from her own thoughts, the auctioneer grabs her and hooks a leash to her collar. She was looking back to find her Master, but he was no where to be seen, and the auctioneer starts to yank on her leash, tugging her on stage. Her little hands rise to cover her eyes as the stage lights nearly blind her.<br/><br/><strong>”Ladies and gentlemen, here we have one of the rarest creatures we have to offer. A genuine, full-blooded neko. Papers and documentation included. Starting the bidding at 1 million,” </strong>the auctioneer says, and Kit finally understands why she was brought here. Master was selling her…but why? What had she done to upset him, she wonders as she looks up at the auctioneer helplessly.<strong>”Isn’t she cute?”</strong>he asks with a chuckle, his hand coming to cup her entire jaw as he forces her to look at the crowd. Hissing, she frowns and bites his finger, which would’ve gotten her a heavy slap, but he had no authority-- he had no right to hit her. Chuckling nervously, he pulls his hand away and grips her hair instead, yanking it and using it to make her look towards the crowd. At least in this position, she couldn’t bite him.<br/><br/><strong>"1.5!" </strong>a grisly man in the back says with a sneer, and the war starts there, the price skyrocketing to 3 million in less than a few votes. Struggling against the mans grip, Kit tries to get away, yet, the only person she thought she could trust, had betrayed her.<strong>"Master...." </strong>she murmurs softly, her hands pulling at the collar she wore. It was one of the ones that would shock her if she tried to change. There was no escape.