Well, here I go again! I wrote this a year ago for my lit class and decided to put it up here. I'm also currently writing a yaoi version, which starts the same and ends up completely different. Anyway, I have story ideas up on my profile and would appreciate some feedback on them. Thank you so much. Please review. Enjoy, my lovlies~
Pain: that was the first sensation.
Pain stabbing at every nerve on her body, leaving each one bruised and bloody.
"And as always," the hidden man announce with a smile in his voice, "our last item of the night is of course our best."
Two large, brawny men roughly pulled the Cat onto the stage, each pulling her by the arms. The chains around her ankles clanked noisily at her failed attempt at walking. She squinted her eyes as the spotlight hit. The two men released her arms and she fell to the stage, a loud, dreadful sound as flesh made contact with the smooth black stone of the ground.
Humiliation: that was the second sensation.
Even God was laughing at her.
"D-don't touch me…"
The two men laughed quietly to themselves. A Pet telling them what to do? What a joke!
She lifted her head slightly to look at the audience, her vision blurred partially by the dim lighting of the auditorium-like room, but mostly by the drugs that were forcefully injected into her arms. Blood flew through her veins with every ounce of adrenaline dripping through her like an IV. The masked "ladies and gentlemen" "ooh"ed and "aah"ed at the nude appearance of the female.
Hatred: that was the third and final sensation.
She wanted everyone in that room, everyone in that house, dead; a hatred unfathomable by anyone "normal".
The auctions were never a place you wanted to be if you were a Pet.
Pets: human-animal hybrids created when a scientist began tampering with human DNA and animal DNA. The end result was a human (with the potential to do everything a human could do) with the ears, sense of hearing, eyesight, sense of smell, and tail of the animal they were fused with.
Super-humans really. But they were considered second class. Below any human.
They used to be smart like people. They used to go to schools and college and go on to do great things. They were teachers and doctors and poets and movie stars. But when a Pet became a brain surgeon, they were instantly killed. They were considered too much of a threat to the human race. They couldn't be allowed to get too smart. Because they might realize that they had the power to be so much more. That they had the power to do anything they wanted. And the humans couldn't let that happen.
So the government took over.
Schooling for Pets instantly stopped. The government now overlooked every breeding. Every Pet had to be registered and an owner could own no more than five. The business began to flourish as normal everyday pets, like cats and dogs, began become extinct. The business however was exceptionally expensive. One reason was, while some scientists looked over the breeding of Pets, others worked on trying to remove certain things from their brains to make their learning capability decrease drastically. The thought of a "lesser human" intrigued many; one that was "too stupid" to disobey you. But the government refused to breed more even as their popularity skyrocketed, thus causing their price to go up even more.
And so Undergrounds were created.
Undergrounds were illegally bred, illegally sold Pets. They were sold at masked auctions to "group members". And the highest bidder got the Pet and could do with them as they pleased.
Undergrounds were as low as possible, They were treated like trash as they were raised in Underground houses until they reached their designated selling age, which was anywhere between five and thirty years of age. Most were brutally beaten; many of the females were raped and some even resorted to suicide.
It was her time.
"A Black Cat," the man announced, "Female, age nineteen."
She bowed her head, letting her black unkempt hair cover her dark eyes.
"Wonderful contrast of dark hair and pale skin. The most beautiful blue eyes you will ever see…Let us see those pretty blue eyes, Cat."
She kept her head ducked, black velvety ears flat against her ears in shame. Her body was on display for all wondering and perverted eyes to see.
"Lift your head, Cat," the hidden man's voice now had an animosity and poison to it.
Still defiant, she kept her head ducked. One of the burly men who had dragged her onto the stage stepped closer and grabbed a handful of the hair, forcing her head back. She groaned in pain as the man place his foot on her back, making her stick her bare chest out for the perverted eyes that watched her every breathe.
"Beautiful," the man's voice had lost its abhorrence.
"Bidding starts at fifteen thousand."
"Fifteen," a man in the second row called, smiling.
"Sixteen," a woman called.
Everyone was screaming. Her head pounded like a millions hammers penetrating her skull.
Calm, collected, and expressionless, a mask-less man pulled open the door and flooded the dim room with any light the outside night offered.
The bidding stopped. Everything stopped. The once chaotic room, now poisoned by an ashamed silence.
The man, dark-haired and graceful, shook his hair out of his face and walked to the stage with slow even paces, a brief case swinging casually at his side.
"Fifty," he announced, ascending onto the stage, his breathe loud and heavy, "Fifty thousand. All in cash," he handed the man holding the Black Cat the briefcase, who immediately opened it and inspected the thick stacks of money that were tidily arranged.
The invisible man smiled sinisterly, "Sold."
The Cat's vision blurred even more as her head the stage, eyes closing, letting a coma-like sleep engulf her...