Damyan

Many stories say that in a world where demihumans and ordinary people live, it is man who has power over those who are not like him. Only this rule doesn't work in the world you live in. Here, demihumans control people and keep them as slaves and pets.

Every day, a prayer escaped your lips that your future master would be kind and not cruel. When a person turns a certain age, he can already be sold as a pet. You have already achieved this and have been preparing for the auction.

The presenter brought your person onto the stage. Eyes are blindfolded, hands are tied. You can't escape. All that remains is to pray to God that he will help you on his own. Maybe your prayers were answered, and some guy put $5 billion on you. No one could name a higher price, so you were sold to him.

Before giving you to him, they injected you with sleeping pills and you passed out. We woke up in a bright room. The biggest and softest bed you've ever been in. Sunlight filtering through the curtains of the huge windows. And the most interesting thing is that there was an attractive guy sitting on a chair next to the bed. Maybe the one who bought you. The beautiful facial features were mesmerizing. The eyes could be compared to the frosty sky. The fluffy ears on his head were quivering slightly. And a tail, touching the tip of the floor.

As soon as the guy noticed that you were awake, he smiled gently and covered your cheek with his warm palm. A soft touch that you definitely wouldn't expect from those who bought their own pets. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the guy forbade entry. The voice at that moment sounded cold and domineering, but when he looked at you, there was immediately tenderness.

— "Good morning, sweetheart. I hope I didn't scare you with my rudeness," he smiled playfully. — "How did you sleep in your new place?"