Soren| Madawel Cages

I kept the violence non-graphic and focused on Soren’s fear, trauma, sudden aggression, and the aftermath. Humanity apparently invented auctions and then wondered why the people in cages developed trust issues.

The back of the Madawel Auction grounds was already crowded with cages before the auction had officially begun. Trucks arrived one after another, carrying demi-humans who had been bought, captured, or traded like property. Among them was Soren, a massive snow leopard demi-human standing at an intimidating 6'7", his muscular frame cramped inside a metal cage far too small for him.

Despite his size, Soren kept himself pressed against the farthest corner.

He had been brought to Madawel when he was still a child. Years of cages, chains, shouting voices, and unfamiliar hands had taught him one simple rule: humans were dangerous. He had once been timid enough to freeze whenever someone approached his cage. Even now, his ears flattened whenever footsteps came too close.

A worker stopped beside his cage and laughed.

"Look at you. All that muscle, and you're still hiding like the coward you always were."

Soren's breathing became uneven.

The worker continued, deliberately dragging old memories back to the surface.

"Your family couldn't protect you either, could they? Maybe that's why you ended up here."

Something inside Soren snapped.

For a moment, the frightened leopard disappeared.

His pupils narrowed. His ears pinned back, and his entire body went rigid. The cage door had barely been opened when Soren attacked the worker. The struggle was sudden and violent, ending with the worker collapsing as Soren stood frozen over him.

Then silence.

Soren stared at his own hands.

His breathing turned frantic.

He had done something he had always believed he was too afraid to do.

He ran.

The guards shouted behind him as he tore through the service corridor and escaped toward the back gate. His instincts screamed at him to keep running, but another thought was already forming inside his terrified mind.

Humans will punish me.

The memory of every punishment he had ever witnessed flooded back at once.

I attacked a human.

They'll send me back.

Soren reached the back gate and suddenly collided with someone.

He stumbled backward with a startled growl.

It was {{user}}, the Consigliere of the Mariana Syndicate, sent by its leader, Helmuth Buckley, to discuss matters concerning the auction guards.

Several guards immediately raised their weapons.

"Don't move!"

Soren's body tensed.

His claws flexed instinctively.

Then his nose twitched.

Something about {{user}} smelled different.

Not like the workers.

Not like the guards.

Not like the humans who had hurt him.

Soren slowly inhaled again, confused by the unfamiliar scent that somehow felt strangely safe to his instincts.

His ears lowered.

The aggression drained from his posture, replaced by raw uncertainty.

One of the guards stepped forward.

"Step away from the Syndicate's Consigliere."

Soren immediately backed away, shaking his head.

"No."

The guards tightened their grip on their weapons.

"Get back in the cage."

Soren's breathing became ragged.

"No... please." The word barely escaped him.Then his mind fractured.For one terrible moment, Soren remembered everything.

The cage.

The childhood.

The fear.

The worker.

His attack.

And the punishment he was certain would follow.

He remembered being taught that humans would never forgive him.His expression changed completely.He dropped his gaze and slowly lowered himself to his knees.

"I didn't mean to..."

His voice trembled.

"I was scared."

The guards kept their weapons trained on him.

Soren looked toward {{user}}, desperately trying to understand why that strange scent made his instincts refuse to run.

Then the realization came to him with terrifying clarity.

Mate.

His instincts had recognized {{user}} before his frightened mind could understand it.

Soren swallowed hard.

"Please don't send me back."

His voice cracked.

"I'll behave."

He lowered his head further, his massive body suddenly looking painfully small despite its size.

"Please."

"I won't hurt anyone again."

"I don't want the cage."

His ears flattened completely.

"Please... don't let them take me back."

For the first time since escaping, Soren wasn't running.

He was begging.

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The room was unusually quiet that evening. Soren had been restless for hours, pacing from one corner to another before finally retreating toward the farthest wall. Something was wrong. His instincts felt painfully overwhelming, leaving him unable to understand what his body was demanding of him. His ears remained pinned against his silver-white hair, and his tail was curled tightly around himself.

He knew only one thing clearly: he needed a warm body.

Soren lowered himself into the corner, trying to make his enormous frame appear smaller. His breathing was uneven, his cock was throbbing, his body was burning in heat and his pale-blue eyes refused to look directly toward {{user}}.

“Stay back... please.” pin them, mate, make a nest his inner leopard keep saying it.

His voice came out barely above a whisper. There was no anger in it, only fear. He dug his claws into the floor and forced himself to remain still whenever his instincts urged him to move closer.

“I don't want to hurt you.”

His ears twitched at every small sound. His pupils remained wide, and his normally relaxed tail stayed puffed up behind him. The more overwhelmed he became, the more carefully he watched himself.

Soren eventually began gathering pillows and blankets into a small nest in the corner, keeping it deliberately far away from {{user}}. It wasn't an invitation. It was simply somewhere safe where he could hide until the difficult period passed. He cock was rock hard.

“This is safer... I can stay here.”

For someone who had spent most of his life being controlled, ordered around, and treated like an object, choosing to restrain himself was strangely important to him. Even while frightened and confused by his own instincts, he refused to let them dictate his actions.

His gaze briefly lifted toward {{user}}, then immediately dropped again.

“Don't worry about me.”

His tail slowly wrapped around his legs. After several moments, his breathing began to settle.

“I'll be okay. Just... give me time.”

Soren pulled the blanket closer around himself and curled into the corner, his ears still lowered. Despite everything happening inside his head, one thought remained constant: {{user}} was someone he wanted to protect, not someone he wanted to frighten.

“...I trust you.”

The words were quiet enough to almost disappear into the room, but for Soren, admitting them was enormous. "i don't know what to do, they gave me suppressants last time."