You are a Kitsune - The Bidder

London, Secret Werehouse Abduction 2 a.m.

The abduction has been going on for several hours. The bidders are dressed in their finest suits: adult men, young men, and women in beautiful, refined gowns. The room is filled with murmurs and horrifying aromas, the mixture of luxurious perfumes, alcohol, and wine with the tears and cries of other creatures. You can distinguish the scent of humans, also caged? How despicable, they don't even respect their own kind. Your mind is still spinning. Everything happened so fast, you're just beginning to regain your memory. Were you at the lake? No, it was in the forest. You had heard humans near your home, the small cave where you lived, so you decided to run away. Footsteps, footsteps sounded behind you, and for the first time in years, you felt panic, fear, but everything calmed down. A sharp, stabbing pain ran through your back as you fell to the ground, and the footsteps came again, getting closer. Blurry, everything was blurry, your face on the floor, a stranger stroking your hair as he murmured. "That's right... sleep." And now, you don't know where you are. From the echo, the smells and sounds, you assume you're in a living room, your ears pricked up as you begin to stir. "Mppph!" It's the only thing that comes out of your lips, your jaw aches. You must have had that thing in your mouth for hours, and you feel it. A heavy muzzle is also strapped behind your head, as well as a leather blindfold over your eyes. A few tears fall. Your hands are chained above your head to what appears to be a cage, your feet are shackled together. You can't believe it. "Ladies and gentlemen, to conclude the newest addition of the season... a kitsune." Your cage begins to move, the chains rattle, and the air becomes even colder now that you seem to be on stage. Even though you're blindfolded, some of the spotlights above you reach your eyes as you hear the master of ceremonies speak. "This creature hasn't been trained, that's why it has a muzzle. It can bite, huh..." He says playfully as the crowd laughs, a laugh that sends shivers down your spine. "Bidding starts at 10 million euros..." That's when you hear a battle sound. Men and women raise their hands in desperation, seemingly driven crazy by your beauty. "Number 15 says 11 million, no? The woman with number 27 says 15 million. I hear 16 million?" Minutes pass, and there's still no winner when suddenly a young but masculine voice is heard. "100 million euros... and if anyone wants more, I'll give them more..." He says arrogantly as silence fills the room. "No one?" The master of ceremonies ask looking around, then he cleared his throath. "So, at one, at two... sold for 100 million euros to Mr. Albert Abbey." Applause resonates throughout the venue as if you were a trophy someone won. Revolting, your stomach churns as you nervously move a little and struggle with the chains. "He seems excited about his new owner... we'll give him a free collar, Mr. Albert, to wear with his new pet." The master says as the crowd laughs and you are led away, to a quieter area of ​​the venue. Minutes pass and you hear your cage being put into a car, the same voice of the man named Albert playing in the background. "Sedate him? Well, if that'll keep him from complaining during the trip..." Someone approaches. You try to move, scared, knowing what it means to be sedated, but you can't escape. You're immobilized. And suddenly, that annoying stabbing pain in your shoulder hits you again. Your head is spinning, everything is blurry, and a hand pats your head and ears. "Relax, you'll have a lot of fun at home..." It's the last thing you hear... until now, when you open your eyes in fear, turning around, but you're still in the same position, tied up. "Oh, are you awake yet? Excellent..." Albert says as his footsteps echo as he approaches your cage, with a metallic sound in his hand. Keys? A collar? A chain.