A Torrent To Come

A Brothel, of all places one would find a mere child. Entrusted into a business where the flesh was shared between numerous men and women, a child?s mind could be warped beyond all comparison here. This particular child of feline and human heritage - a Catgirl you could say - was thrown into it all at the age of eight years old.
Sold in numerous Auctions she was carted off from the Realm of Ayenee to Rhy'Din and now... Mina was locking herself in her small dingy little room up in the attic with the rest of the slaves. The ripe age of sixteen she was developing rather well for a young woman and she was mistaken to be much older than she was believed to be. Twisting the lock of the door, she standing naked, she had run away from her owner just moments ago... And locking herself in her room was the only way she could get rid of him, unless of course he bashed the door down.
"No! I won't do this anymore!" She stepped back from the door, her long dyed green hair hanging about her bruised and battered face, blood seeping from a cut in her lip, teeth marks bled at areas around her finger-marked breast, "Leave me alone!!!"

Though she was reluctant to his "advances" and a very defiant little girl, he preferred her over all of these others. Always one to put up this little game of cat and mouse and have him come right after her, oh the little tease. A turn of his lips as he made long, wide strides down the hallway to the room he suspected her to be in. She was defiant, but hardly clever when running from him. He could hear her shouts at him, more of that defiance that seemed to bring up even more lust. A hand on the door knob and a turn of his wrist, only to find the knob wasn't exactly complying with his demands. His tall, shirtless form took a step back to examine the wooden frame. a hand through his hair as he debated kicking this door right through or trying to coax her out...
"You know what I will do to you...if you don't open this door immediately, little girl." A bit of negative reinforcement might be just the key. Yet, his narrowed, perverse eyes stayed positively concentrated on the door knob, awaiting a quick turn, and the little cat to make her exit back to him.

Oh like hell she was going to fall for that... In her tiny room she turned to stare down at the mattress upon the ground with smelly, old quilts. Littered with blood and bodily juices from previous 'businesses' she had to carry out - like some prostitute for him too...

Human Slaves...

She had been in this business for so long now the girl had known no other life and she knew that if she opened that door she was quite literally screwed. If she kept the door closed it would be the same deal, a lose-lose situation.
"N... No!" A defiant scream, she turned on the belongs on the ground - a plate where her dinner rested, which most consisted of scraps of rice, kidney beans and chicken, thrown at the door, pieces of china scattering about across the floor. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" Mascara running down her cheeks, she pushed her back against the wall, staring at the door... Willing the door not to give in to him.
Why she was so sought after? Her cat-like features, that?s why. A short furred tail and cat-like ears at the topside of her head, heck, even her glowing yellow and green-mixed eyes were so exotic it was no wonder she was sold onto the Black Market as a slave, prostitute and exotic dancer.

He brought his hand up to the door knob now, hearing her defy him once again. He jerked on the door knob, seeing if it would just pop right on open. A punch onto the door to show his obvious frustration with this little bitch, why couldn't she just see the light? That she wasn't making it out of her room without falling into her arms. He took a step back, staring down at the floor for a moment with thoughts of excruciating suffering for this little one. A shake of his head to clear his head of the residual anger... And ...
"Look... It won't be as bad if you come out right now. If you don't come out right now, I swear I will beat your little ass so bad, you won't be walking until I come back next month." She was his property. How come she couldn't understand this and just let it pass? Yet, he let his features soften a little bit... Righting himself once more...
"It only makes sense, dear! You are mine! People can rent you from me, but you will always be mine..." Where was he going with this?

"But..." A glance to the window... It was small, but it was small enough for her to get out of... Slow, creeping steps towards it, she attempted to fumble with the frame to open it but came to realize that the damned thing was nailed down... The only way she could get out was if she broke the glass. "... Fuck you!" Elbow brought back, her ears falling flat to her head at the pain that seeped through a large gash there, as it crashed through the window, smashing it open. Hands poised to knock the other shards of glass away she now moved to attempt to jump out of it, taking her chances in the fall rather than the bedroom.

Of course, he could hear this through the door. And now he was beginning to question her resolve. Was she that ballsy? He wasn't willing to risk the income! His foot was brought up, and a swift, hard kick was forced onto the door. And he'd be damned to see that it still hung, almost trying to protect the girl from his deviant escapade. Another kick but the frame still held! He was a man of considerable size, and should have been able to down this piece of wooden shit with no problem. Something was holding it back...Fate, maybe?

The child was very much pushing half of her naked form out into the night air, staring down to the drop upon another portion of the roof. Eyes wide, a little fearful, she pulled herself back in again and decided the best option was for her to extend a leg out to hang out side, hands on doorframe readying herself for the jump. She needed to get out of here, she couldn't let this happen... She'd rather die!

Another kick and it seemed the door had finally decided to fall. A shake of his head and a wipe of his brow to relinquish some sweat...it had obviously been more work than he was accustomed to, when it came to knocking shit down. He took a few steps in on top of the door, looking about quickly to check for the girl... Before he saw her starting for the window, not sure if he had time to stop her, he decided to try, anyway...
Of course the Catgirl had not the guts to jump - she knew if she miss-landed on the roof or if it were too slippery she could have fell down to her death... All for the sake on not wanting his body pushing into hers... Turning back she leant back trying to get out of the window, pushing him away and falling down onto the ground from the window frame, onto the glass in a wail.

He was indeed pushed back, not far but enough for the girl to fall without him being able to do much to catch her. Not that he would have. When she hit the ground, he moved forward... Watching her all onto the glass and cry out in pain, all he could really do is just stand and watch her do what she will...a hand going to his chin to rub it in a bit of thought. "Should have just come to me, whore." Salt in the wounds..

His touch... No! Eyes clenching tightly she trembled there on the ground as the dark blood collected below her from the small shards of glass that stuck along her back, ass and shoulders - even one or two in the back of her head.
"P-please... Don't... Please..." Begging? This would get her nowhere. She was picked up, bleeding or not, thrown right over that shoulder of his it would seem, and without a second thought he was heading back to his quarters to finish his business of her. These meager surroundings would never do for his fantasy though the fact that she was bleeding wasn't exactly a turn on...

Her crying out in pain? Begging? Pleading?

All a turn on?

The business was done and the girl cried the night away, she did move from his bed covered in his seed and drool? Trembling, disgusted at how she could subject herself to these men and women.

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Do you want to die?

I just can?t take this anymore!

Then, why not kill him?

I can?t.

You can! You can! Just go downstairs to the kitchen, grab the knife-

I don?t have the courage?

What if I kill him for you?

? Who are you? What are you?

I am your friend. But you are required to pay the compensation?

Okay! Just do it! Please! Kill him for me!

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To BE CONTINUED!

It was like a dark cold sleep she slumbered, not sure if she was awake, dead, or alive. But what she did know is that the excruciating pain in her chest, eyes and hands was something that could not be ignored, and perhaps it was her only real anchor to reality.

?Where? Am I?? Came the Catgirl?s timid voice.

?Your at the Den of Shadows-?

?The Den??

Obviously, she was alarmed. ?Why can?t I see?!?

?Does it matter? You gave your soul to the Mistress? You-?

?Gave your soul to her? Yes, you are hers to command now??

Aru and Mu stood below the form that hung from the high ceiling of the Throne Room, for the Catgirl known as Mina was strung up like some puppet in a most grotesque and brutal manner. Crucifixion looking like a walk in the park compared to the sight that befell all who entered the Throne Room.
For there she was, chains with hooks hanging down from the ceiling two pushed into her eye sockets, one in each hand ? pushed through the palm and wrapped up to her forearm and secured via the hook through her elbow, and one much larger hook fed into her vagina? Bleeding? But not dying, for her skin was as pale as death now and she felt not a beat of her own heartbeat, or pulsing of her neck where the blood should flow.

?Why isn?t my heart beating?!?

?You are dead-?

?Dead??

?Your one of us now-?

?Yes, one of us??

?No! I can?t be dead! I just can?t be-? Her form wiggled up there, every hook that pierced various parts of her body yanking at the wounds, causing further pain and anger to tug at her. And as the Catgirl screamed - defiant still to not be a slave to anyone, Lucy sat upon the Throne atop of the Alter staring down to the Twins that now advanced towards her, for in Aru?s hand she held the very Crown that once graced the head of Renna The Betrayer, and now was to be fixed upon Lucy head?

Hammered into her skull?

To be ever nailed there to show that she was the one true ruler of all Shadow Demons, even if she was Human.

And, as Aru made sure the crown was in place ? Mu stood there with the rotting mass of Renna?s heart in her outstretched fingers. It was green, black, almost slimed at the decomposition and almost completely unrecognizable as a muscle that once beated.

The screams of Lucy echoed out throughout the halls most of that night as the Death Blight infected heart was replaced with Lucy?s own once beating one.