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All there was was darkness.

When she opened her big eyes, all she saw was the darkness that surrounded her.

Where was she? Who was she?

She had no idea. She couldn't remember.

In the darkness sheltered a small creature, a small silver bundle of fur that lay curled up, her body shivering from the cold that nipped her through her thin fur, and from fear.

She did not like the darkness... It began to scare her.

A sudden flash of light caused her to jump, her fur standing on end with her ears pulled back in fear. The light only lasted a second that appeared through a large hole in her vision, peaking her curiosity as she crawled towards the hole, only to jump back at the flash of another light and the loud rumbling sound echoing in her ears. A small whimper rose in her throat as she crawled back a far as she could go, reaching a curved wall of wood that she curled up against.

The flashes of light from the hole revealed her to be a girl of about five years old, her small body covered with silver fur with black paws and ears, her wide ocean blue eyes giving away her fear and confusion. She had no name that she could remember, nor she could remember anything before she woke up. She had no idea where she was, or where the light and sounds were coming from beyond the hole that was her only exit.

What made her unique was an unusual mark on her left hip, not that she could name what it looked like. The little furred girl lay curled up along a bed of leaves and moss, her eyes transfixed on the hole that led to the outside world while she listened for the rumbling sound, and soon, the sound of rain falling.

This girl is un-named, not knowing who she was or what she was. That is just what she will have to find out herself.

***

The sun shone brightly through the forest, the birds chattering in the large trees while morning rose. The girl that lay sleeping in an unknown place finally opened her eyes, having fallen asleep when the flashes of light had stopped.

Now all she saw was light.

She lifted her head to stare out through the hole that was her exit from this unknown place, the light pouring in as if to cut away the darkness within. She had slowly crawled up and poked her head through the hole, big enough for her to fit through as she finally crawled out. What she saw had amazed her.

She sat upon soft, luscious green grass while she stared up at the large trees that towered over her, some of the trunks carrying vines full of vegetation. The birds had caught her attention, not knowing what they were or anything else, she chased after the flying creatures, running on all fours while her gaze had not left the winged beings, not realizing that would be her mistake.

She suddenly fell over, face first into the ground with a yelp, dirt flying into her eyes that caused her eyes to water at the stinging. She slowly picked herself up, letting out a small sniffle while she turned to see the rock she had tripped on. Her watery eyes soon let out tears, causing her to become even more surprised at the water coming from her eyes.

She did not know anything in this world, the world that seemed to be very big against her small size, full of many things she had no name for for each thing that she had seen through her innocent eyes. Then she had this sudden feeling, one she could not name, but made her chest ache. She shook her head to try to shake the feeling before running back, crawling back into the hole she had emerged from of a large tree, finding it a lot safer and more secure in the hollow. After a few moments to try to get a coherent thought from her mind, she soon succumbed back into her sleep, unaware of the struggles she must face.

***

Takiro suddenly woke with a start, her body jolting suddenly as her mind fell back into reality. After a moment of her mind registering what had happened, she let out the breath she was holding in a heavy sigh. A dream. It was only a dream. The thought caused her to relax considerably, letting her tense body go limp in her plush bed.

Takiro, or Taki as she was mostly called, was a small silver fox of around nineteen years old, her thin body weighing of 110 pounds hidden beneath the comforter and sheets. White fur trailed beneath her chin, down her body to end between her legs, while her paws, ears, and the tip of her tail seemed to be dipped in a very dark grey. Her ears adorned a few loop piercings on each ear, along with a thick metal collar around her neck. Her body was thin, her height of 5'4'', but showed off the sensual curves of her hips and shoulders, while her breasts were also small, a few cups over a B. One quality that made her unique was a rose-like marking on her left thigh, clearly identifying her as Takiro Ryn.

Even though she kept telling herself it was a dream, it was also a piece of her horrible past, one that she longed for it to be erased from her mind completely. The silver fox now lay limp in her bed, hoping to return to sleep, but knew all too well that sleep wouldn't overcome her after that nightmare. She let out another sigh, stretching her body out for a moment, letting her bones pop with relief before rolling her small body over where she could slowly crawl out of her comfortable queen-sized bed. She slowly sat up, the thick blanket falling from her naked body to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the plush carpet before slowly standing.

The room was small, only big enough to fit the bed and a small dresser to hold her clothes.The walls were a dark maroon, while the carpeting was a cream color that looked as soft as it felt. The four-post bed was large and took up most of the room, blood red curtains hung from the canopy that matched the red and white bedding that was now tousled and in a disarray from her sleep. The room was relatively clean, other than the closet that she knew was cluttered with whatever she threw in there to keep her room clean. She would have to tackle that job later, when she ever had free time. Before she stood, her big, ocean blue eyes glanced at the clock hanging on the far wall. Only 9 am, pretty early for her. She would usually sleep in most of the morning after a night of 'work', but she had gotten a day off that night. She was just glad to have gotten a break, which happened not very often.

She let out another sigh. 'Might as well get up and get some work done.' She thought to herself, leaning down to pick up the plain black dress she was expected to wear, with no undergarments. This didn't bother her, since she was used to not wearing clothes as she grew up. She slowly slipped on the dress, moving to a door in another corner to a large bathroom, complete with a large jacuzzi bathtub and a separate shower.

Taki had moved to the mirror at once, frowning at the mop of silver hair upon her head, the tips the same dark grey as her ears and paws. "I'm gonna win this fight today..." she muttered to the fluffy and tousled mop on her head before grabbing a large brush, quickly tackling the tangled mess almost immediately. This was always a daily routine for her, having to fight her hair and make it cooperate with what she wanted. It was either she would get frustrated with the mop and have to shower it out, or she would fight through the tangles and the pain of pulling her hair where she would win.

Luckily, her hair decided to cooperate today, only taking five minutes to comb it down to where she liked it. She moved the brush down her body, getting her fur straightened first before sitting down on the floor to tackle brushing her tail. It was time consuming, but she had plenty of time after waking up early today. She had grown to love brushing her fluffy tail, seeming to find a calming or comforting sense to it. It helped her in her emotional times.

But then, as soon as she was done brushing her tail, she heard a loud shout. "Takiro!!" Her ears folded down against her head at the angry voice, wondering what she had done now. Before she knew it, a tall human strode into the bathroom, his body muscular beneath his skin-tight shirt as short black hair framed his angelic, well-toned face that was crumpled in anger. He strode to her crouched form, taking hold of her hair to pull her up to her feet. The fox yelped and whimpered, quickly standing while blinking back tears against the assault to her scalp.

"Why haven't you entertained anyone last night?" the man asked, glaring his brown eyes into her own. He pulled more at her hair when she wouldn't answer, causing her to cry out. "Answer me!" he growled, watching her carefully as he waited for an answer.

"I-I was told I could h-have a break l-last night..." she whispered with a whimper, her paws hanging onto his wrist that held her hair. The man growled, pulling her back down on the ground on her hands and knees, walking behind her to kneel down and pull her short dress up before unzipping his pants and mounting her from behind. Her ears folded down against her head, her eyes tightly shut as she held back tears.

He leaned down against her back while he growled in her ear. "I said no such thing. No one gets breaks here. Remember that. And this is to pay for having that break last night." he muttered before straightening, taking hold of her hips in his rough hands before thrusting his thick, nine inch cock hard into her slick entrance, causing her to cry out. He slapped her thigh really hard, making her yelp and whimper as he began to pump into her hard and fast, mercilessly. She knew he wasn't just fucking her. This was punishment.

She bit down on her bottom lip, her claws digging into the floor as he thrusted hard, causing some pain and very little pleasure for her. She just wanted it to be over with quickly. After a few more minutes of the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, he groaned and thrusted a few short times, his grip on her hips tightening as he dumped his heavy load of seed into her, thrusting a few more times before pushing her away.

He stood above her, putting his wet length back into his pants as he glared down at her curled body. In a sudden fit of anger, he kicked her stomach, causing her to gasp and cough at the blow while she was left breathless. "That's all you're good for. An easy fuck." he sneered before he strode out the room, leaving her crumpled and hurt on the floor.

*** ~A few hours later~

Taki was helping clean the kitchens, having nothing else to do until later on that night, or whenever she is called. Earlier, a few of the servant girls found her in the bathroom, still crumpled on the floor before they helped her up and had her cleaned. Though, almost all servants were wary of her and never spoke a word to her, not even a word of comfort. She was an outcast here too, just like everywhere else she had been.

The human who had caused her the pain was her supervisor, Neil he was called, but all of his servants, such as Taki herself, called him Master in his presence. Though Neil wasn't Takiro's true Master, she still had to treat him as such, even though he is cruel and merciless. Her true Master was the owner of the four story mansion, built on one hundred thousand feet of land. Takiro only met him only a few times, and he had taken her in kindly after saving her from being raped by a black wolf almost a year ago.

But the new home wasn't as what she thought it would be. She had became a servant to Neil while he sold her body to others, one idea she did not like at all. She had refused anyone that was sent to her for pleasure, sometimes trying to fight them away. But she was no fighter. Once the complaints of her reached Neil, she was quickly punished, her true Master taking her virginity for himself. It wasn't a pleasant experience either.

All past horrible thoughts aside, she had continued her work helping clean the kitchens with two other servants, a quiet fennec, and the other a sassy tabby, both wearing servants clothes. They liked the extra help, but they both gave her the looks that she was used to receiving. Distain. Hate. Jealousy. She didn't know why many humans and furries looked at her that way. Was it because of her fur? Her thin body? Her unusual eyes that brightly contrasted against her fur? Her unique mark on her thigh anyone can see along the edge of her dress? She didn't know, maybe she was just different than anyone else, even to the humans.

While helping with the large kitchen, she heard the all familiar shout of Neil, her supervisor that echoed from the hallway and into the kitchen. All three furred creatures stopped, turning their heads towards the door before Takiro dropped her broom to the floor, slowly walking through the door and out into the hall. What did she do now, she wondered. Before she knew it, Neil had her by her arm, dragging her back down the hall and through different rooms of the mansion. She wasn't paying attention to where he was taking her, only focused on the tight grip he had on her arm, but she was then suddenly thrown forward, tripping over her feet and falling on her knees. The room was a furnished sitting room, furnished with dark green furniture, a few paintings decorated the walls and the crackling sounds coming from the stone fireplace near the door. The fox stayed bowed on the rugged floor, her ears pressed against her head as she waited for something to happen. A hand touched her chin, causing her to flinch before the hand tilted her head up by the chin, her eyes meeting familiar hazel ones.

"Look at you, you've gotten yourself all dirty." he commented quietly, examining her closely. She had forgotten that she was all dirty from helping clean the kitchen. With her ears pressed firmly against her head, she couldn't move her gaze from her Master. The man that saved her, yet held her virginity to own for himself. He was tall, though having to crouch down now to her height with blonde locks framing his face. His face was kind at first, though now was in thought as he examined her. Before she knew it, her head was knocked back before she fell to the floor, her cheek stinging from the blow. She slowly lifted her head, her cheek growing red as she blinked back tears.

"Worthless." she heard her Master mutter before straightening. Neil had stood to the side, watching with an impassive mask. Takiro slowly sat up, lifting a paw to rub her cheek before she was kicked back down to the floor. She yelped and fell back, wondering what she had done to have him hurt her. Was it because of having a break that night? She thought she was already punished for that. "Useless." her Master muttered, moving over to a box in the corner of the room. She heard chains rattling from a distance while she tried to regain herself, still left in a daze on the rugged floor.

She felt a small tug on her metal collar before she was pulled up to her feet. A small whimper rose from her throat, then her cheek receiving another slap. "Stop whining, you useless bitch." Niel growled, standing in front of her while holding a chain that lead to a loop in her collar. He pulled her forward, causing her to stumble and nearly trip. Neil grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back up straight. "Clumsy bitch..." he muttered under his breath as he continued to pull her, leading her to a door in the back of the room. Her Master held the door open and slapped her ass hard as she passed, causing her to yelp and jump, nearly falling down the steps that led to a more darker room. At the sight of the dark stairs, she bit back a whimper. She was always scared of the dark, the darkness that she was afraid would swallow her up. In her fear, she stopped halfway down, but then was jerked down a few more steps by the chain.

After being pulled down the steps, the room being like a window-less storage room with wood flooring and dark green walls, she was led to a large wooden pole that had a hole through the top of it. She was being led to it while her Master tied her wrists tight, the rope he had cutting through her fur and biting at her skin. The end of the rope was tied through the holes of the pole, causing her arms to be stretched high above her head. She couldn't see, because it was so dark and she was also facing the wooden pole, but she heard a sudden 'riiiipppp' noise until her dress fell from her body, leaving her naked and completely vulnerable to the two humans that brought her here.

"She's a beauty, but worthless." she heard her Master mutter, giving her another hard slap to her ass. She held back a yelp, her body shivering in fear of the darkness and in fear of what they were going to do to her. "Yeah, useless as fuck. What should we do to her now Evan?" Neil asked, telling by the sound of his voice he was smirking. "Hmm maybe the punishment you gave her wasn't enough." Evan grinned, walking forward in the dim light to wrap his arms around her chest, taking her breasts into his rough hands.

She whimpered and squirmed, trying to get away until he pushed a knee up between her legs, holding her still enough. "Keep still or it will be even worse for you." he growled in her ear, causing her to stop struggling against her restraints. He groped her chest for a few moments, toying with her sensitive nipples before pulling away, removing his knee from between her legs. "Wow, someone must be wet." he commented, a hand feeling his jeans where he had his knee between her legs. She dropped her head shamefully, wishing that her body wouldn't respond that way to the assault.

Her ass was slapped once more before a pair of hands gripped her hips, hearing the dreaded zipper come undone and the hard length pressing in between her ass cheeks. She let out a whimper, still hanging her head as she knew what was to come. Her Master widened her legs using his knees before crouching down slightly to take her, forcing his ten inch hard cock hard and deep into her. She cried out, her paws clenching on the rope as it felt like her insides were being ripped out. He pulled out and thrusted back into her more roughly, repeating the movement while causing her to cry with each thrust. Her eyes were shut tight, tears were already streaming down her face as she waited for it to all be over with. But she didn't know what she had coming.

***

~An Hour Later~

Now left hanging from the ropes that held her up, Takiro was panting softly, her breathing hitched from crying through the whole ordeal. After her Master was done with her, it was Neil's turn, being more aggressive than Evan was to her. He had lifted her off the ground with every thrust, dropping her back onto the ground while the ropes around her wrists cut into her flesh, now blood dripping down her arms. He held onto her hips tighter than he ever had, his nails digging into her flesh while a few times his grip slipped, his nails clawing across her thigh. Her legs have given out beneath her, leaving her now hanging with mixed fluids dripping onto the floor from between her legs. She didn't know how bad it was, and she didn't want to look, keeping her head hanging down, her gaze to the floor as tears streamed down her face. When they were both through with her, they sat in a corner in the light of a dim lantern, talking like nothing had happened and as if she wasn't there, still tied to the pole.

"Well, now what should we do with her?" Neil asked, his voice almost mockingly. "Let's leave her here until morning. Maybe she'll learn her lesson by then." Evan stood, extinguishing the light before following Neil who began to walk out, towards the stairs and the light of day. She stiffened as she listened, finally lifting her head as she watched them walk away in fear. "Don't leave me here! I'm afraid of the dark! Please!" she called, her voice hoarse from crying so much. But they ignored her and continued to walk until the door was shut, the light that she enjoyed so much disappearing, leaving her in the darkness.

"Please!!!" She screamed, pulling at the rope tied around her hands to break free, but only causing her more pain. She went limp, giving up before she hiccuped and began to cry once more, tilting her head back to scream out. The darkness was closing around her, she could feel it. It was causing her to panic, standing once more to pull more at the rope, only to give up once more with a cry of dismay. The pain in her arms and wrists were getting to her, and especially the pain and the uncomfortable wetness of fluids in between her legs. She could feel the blood dripping down her arms and thighs, causing her fur to clump and stick to her uncomfortably. Why did they leave her down here? Was getting raped not only one time, but three, enough of a punishment? The thought made her sob even more, wanting to be free of this place, even if she had nowhere else to go to. She would run away from it all.

***

Evan and Neil came back for her that morning, laughing and joking as they opened the door and descended down the stairs. Takiro had not slept during the night, to afraid of the dark and in too much pain to sleep. Her arms went numb from the blood rushing down from her arms in that position, but the pain on her hip and between her legs kept her awake. She stopped crying through half of the night, her voice growing hoarse to where she could barely speak. Now she was just a numb shell, waiting for her Masters to come back and get her out of this darkness and back into the light.

She jumped when the door opened, lifting her head to see the two human men descend the stairs. Evan had a towel in one hand before moving over to her. "So how was your night? Learned your lesson yet?" he asked, his voice childish and a bit mockingly. Neil moved around to reach up and untie the knot from the rope, letting her free before she fell to the floor. Her Master caught her before she hit the floor, wrapping the towel around her. "Let's get you cleaned up. You start work again tonight." Evan explained, picking her up in his arms and walking up the stairs with her. At the sound of work, especially after the abuse her body took from that night, she didn't even know if she could take anymore. But then they would either make her work or punish her once more.

Once her Master stepped out into the light with her, she relaxed a considerable amount, wishing she could just sleep. But Evan shook her, keeping her awake as he took her back to her room, placing her in the large bathtub of the bathroom. He called a few servants in, the fennec from before was among the three as he gave them their orders to clean her up. They all nodded, walking into the bathroom before Evan walked out, leaving them to do the work.

Takiro looked almost dead to the world, not noticing that an orange fox had started the water to fill the tub she was sitting in, while another, a short brown dog, pulled away her towel to reveal the wounds that were on her body. Her thin wrists were cut almost to the bone, the blood having dripped down her arm and down her sides, while the claw marks on her hips left streaks of blood down her slender legs. Her fur and hair was matted with sweat and blood in some places, definitely requiring a good scrub-down to get her cleaned up. The fox left the room to get the first-aid kit while the fennec, sat next to the tub, watching the silver fox carefully.

They all said nothing, which was never surprising around this place. The dog grabbed a cloth from a cabinet, wetting it down in the water before gently scrubbing the vulnerable girl's back. The fennec began to do the same, afraid of hurting the fox, but Takiro didn't complain. She barely moved even, just staring down at the water in front of her. The orange fox came back with a medium white box, setting it down on the counter while pulling out the different tools to help her wounds. It didn't take the girls long to clean Taki, then draining the water and wrapping her up in a few towels to keep her warm and to dry her off. The three girls helped lift her from the tub, even though she was light enough for one person to pick her up.

They set her down on the edge of the tub, the orange fox kneeling down to examine the wounds on her wrists. It started to bleed again, and it was too deep to leave open. She had a surgical needle and thread in her hands pretty quick, glancing up at the silver fox's dead eyes for a moment before beginning to sew her wounds closed. Not once did Takiro cry out or whimper, not even moving until her wrists were bandaged up nice and tight. The fennec held a dress in her hands, waiting as they stood the fox so the orange fox could check the claw marks on her hips. They weren't deep enough to need stitches, and had already started to scab up, but we're big enough to leave scars.

Soon enough, the dress was on her, loose enough not to aggravate her wounds on her hips while they lead her to the bed that had been made, laying the wounded fox on the bed. For once after stepping out into the light, she seemed to melt from her numb state, curling up herself upon the bed as she fell into a deep sleep, wishing that hopefully, she would never wake up.

***

"You bitch! Wake your ass up!" Takiro heard through the dark haze of sleep. How long has she slept? She slowly lifted her head from the soft pillow it was resting on, but she was quickly standing by someone pulling her up by her hair. She let out a whine, only to have her hair yanked up again. "Shut up. You have work tonight. Someone will be in here in fifteen minutes, so get ready." Neil growled throwing her back against the bed before he let go and walked out.

Takiro was left in a daze, the numbness her body had succumbed to had disappeared when she woke and she could feel her whole body hurt. It was near impossible to go through work and not go through it without having some kind of pain. She was almost to tears before she let out a heavy sigh, getting up from the bed to walk in the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror, not surprised what it showed her. Her hair was a bit tousled, her fur standing in some places. Her cheek was red and slightly swollen from the slaps she had received the day before. She quickly picked up the brush and combed down her hair, moving down to her fur. She removed the bandages on her wrists, flinching at the stitched up wounds before wrapping them back up with clean bandages.

When she walked out, she ran into a hard body, causing her to step back and look up to see what she had ran into. Her eyes widened suddenly before stepping back again, her body shivering in fear. The wall of chest she ran into was a large male wolf, his fur as black as night with glowing yellow eyes. The same eyes that bore into her before she was going to be raped by him many months ago.

"Here you are at last." He mused, his voice a deep, feral growl that sent sent chills to the bone just at the sound. He stepped towards her, followed by her stepping back. She was near petrified before he growled and closed the distance between them, picking her up with ease to sling her over his shoulder with a yelp. She realized what he was going to do to her, beginning to struggle and kick as he strode out of the bathroom to throw her onto the bed. She let out another yelp as she bounced on the bed, only to be pinned down by strong muscles. She knew it was no use struggling, she was too small and too weak to. A small whimper escaped her lips as he ripped off her dress with his sharp claws, tearing away what barrier they had between them. Like she had done with many of the other men sent to her, she just bit her lip and turned her head away.

With another growl, his naked body pressed down on top of her and his 12 inch hard length pressed between her legs, he took hold of her face and forced her to stare up into his yellow eyes. Her own eyes were wide, nearly swimming with tears as she stared up at him. She knew what was coming before he done it. He pulled his hips back, pinning her down before positioning himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock kissing her sensitive lips. Her body shivered at the touch, shutting her eyes tight before he thrusted the hard length into her slick entrance. She let out a whimper, biting back a cry when he growled at her and slowly shifted his hips back and thrusting back deeper into her.

He repeated the same movement while she held back cries and tears, just waiting for it to be over with. His claws dug into her shoulders a bit as he grunted with each thrust, with her pinned and shaking beneath him. He suddenly stopped, slowly pulling his slick length from her before flipping her over on her stomach, picking up her hips in the air with his large paws before thrusting hard into her again. He bent down over her back, where she had her face pressed against the bed while holding back tears, nipping at her ear before whispering. "This is for having your Master shoot at me that night. This makes up for what I would've gotten." he growled, thrusting his hips hard and quick. She whimpered, her paws clutching the bedding tightly as he pumped into her, causing her some pain from her being sore already. She just bit down on her lip, waiting for it to all be over.

*** Takiro was curled up in her bed, her face red once more for crying. The black wolf that was her client for the night was snoring next to her, his arm wrapped around her loosely. After he was done with her, he fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow. Once she was sure he was knocked out, she cried till her heart's content, her sobs not even stirring the wolf next to her. She was tired. She was tired of it all. She just wished she could have a normal life, around other people that didn't shun her, where she could find someone that would show her What affection really is, and teach her about love.

She had soon fallen asleep after her breakdown, curling up in a ball with her tail hugged to her chest. She slept dreamlessly, until she woke with a sudden start. She blinked her eyes slowly, trying to clear them as she lifted her head to look around. She was bundled beneath the blankets, now alone in her room. She dropped her head back onto her pillow, hugging her tail to her chest while her paws lightly pet her fur for comfort. There was no one here to help her, to ease her pain. She wished that she wasn't outcasted from this place, so she could have at least one friend. But no, she was different.

She let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes to go back to sleep, hugging her tail close to her chest. She almost fell asleep until her door banged open, causing her to jump awake to see Neil striding in to pull her up by her arm, dragging her out of the bed and out of the room. She was still naked, but didn't seem to care about that as her arm was nearly pulled out of its socket while Neil dragged her down the long hallways, not even calling her the names he would usually call her when she stumbled and whimpered. Back into the sitting room once more, he threw her forward, sending her to the floor. What did she do now? She slowly sat up, only to have a heavy boot push her back down. "A worthless bitch." someone muttered, noticing it was her Master's voice. Her hair was grabbed while she was wrenched up to her feet, causing her to yelp in pain. She was slapped, silencing her with only a small whimper. "You're going somewhere where you will be raped continuously, and where you will never see the light of day again." Evan hissed at her, tugging on her hair before dragging her back out of the room and down the stairs to the first floor. They had passed many servants who just watched them with wide eyes before going back to work, definitely thankful that it wasn't them being dragged out.

They went through the main hall and out the front door, where a truck with a cage covered with a tarp in the bed was waiting for them. Takiro whimpered and tried to pull away, only to be slapped once more and pulled forward, then pushed hard into the open cage. The door closed in on her before she could even get up, the truck quickly taking off with her locked in the back. She cried out and crawled over to the door, shaking it as if it was going to let her free. she sobbed and watched as the mansion faded in the distance, disappearing in the dense forest. She knew where she was going was going to be even worse than what she had at the mansion. She sobbed and curled up at the floor of her cage, waiting for her fate to begin.

***

It had been a while since Takiro was thrown into the cage and sent off to some unknown place, it was already night when she had woken, having fallen asleep after crying. She lifted her head from the floor of the cage, looking out through the bars of the door to see forests lit by the light of the moon high above her head. She wondered to herself if she could ever get out of this, and run away from it all, this life, her past, everything. If she ever had the chance, she would take it right at that second.

She dropped her head back down onto the floor, curling in on herself as she hugged her tail to her chest for comfort, the only comfort that she had. Se watched through the bars as the trees passed by, nearly falling asleep before jumping at a small bump in the road that jolted her awake. She realized the truck was going through a street with dark, lifeless houses on each side. She sat up, looking around almost curiously while leaning against the bars of the door. Everyone was sleeping with it being the middle of the night, making it easy transport of a furred creature without being noticed.

She shook the bars, making a rattling noise before she stopped, leaning her forehead in between two bars with a defeated sigh. Though, another bump in the road, a much larger one unseen by the driver, caused the cage to lift slightly on one side and slam back down onto the bed of the truck, the door hinges popping out and quickly swinging wide open. With Takiro leaning against the door, she had no time to catch herself before she fell out of the cage, tumbling and rolling hard onto the pavement. The fox finally rolled to a stop before groaning, slowly sitting up from the hard road. She watched as the truck disappeared from sight, now leaving her in the dark street. She was in a daze, her mind hadn't registered yet that she was now free. She slowly picked herself up, standing on shaky legs. She had gotten a bunch of scrapes and bruises from the tumble, but a smile, an actual smile formed on her lips. She was free.

***

Still in the middle of the night, the silver fox had wandered down the deserted streets, still wearing nothing except the fur on her beaten and bruised body. The happiness of being free had soon disappeared as soon as she realized what was she going to do now? She didn't know how or where to start a new life, also having to stay hidden in case her masters decided to look for her. She shivered from the cold wind, wrapping her arms around herself. She had to find some place to stay, or maybe somewhere where she would be safe for the rest of the night. And she would have to find clothes, knowing that a naked fox was an unsettling sight to public eyes, and could make her a possible target for ruthless men.

She shuddered at the thought, continuing her walk down the streets into a more business part of the town or city. There were only a couple of people out, possibly on their way home. She stopped and let out a shuddering sigh, wanting to cry as it seemed she wasn't out of the woods yet. While looking down to the ground, she crossed the street, then suddenly hearing the sound of tires screeching against the pavement. She looked up, freezing in the middle of the street as she was caught in a pair of headlights.