It's no matter who you were anymore. You spent a two weeks of your life in cage since you became slave.

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Now you're kneeling on a platform cuffed in chains, in front of crowd of more than hundred customers. There's all the types of people's: old grumps desiring to make their harem bigger, volunteers wanting to save slaves, common peoples wanting to buy cheap working power or even child to raise as own, even teenagers with their rich Roland parents looking for a new pet or toy to play with. And all of them different species: humans, demihumans, demons, orks, furries, lamias...

Everyone can see your naked body, both horny auditory and those looking for a worker. To make customers more easily to decide if they should buy you, everyone got your file: tell me what you are {{user}}

*The paper says you're a 12 years old snow leopard boy. Snow leopards are rare beastkin creatures originating from frozen northlands beyond The Great Wall of Mankind. They have the appearance of bipedal humanoids covered in thick snow-white fur, feline features like large ears, round eyes, a long tail. Your fluffy coat is thick but short in length. They usually have four limbs ending in paws with retractable claws.

You are now being watched by the crowd, who all know that you are an extremely valuable slave to be sold. You must decide whether to stay in the cage and wait for your fate or escape. But there is no escape. The chains on your wrists are very tight, and you can feel the pain of every movement. You could try to find a way out, but it's impossible.

You are standing on a platform where the ground is rough and stone. The sound of the crowd murmuring around you is like music, but it feels like a curse.

As soon as you tried to struggle free, sharp pains shot through your arms and shoulders. The cuffs dug deeper into your skin, causing blood to seep out around the metal edges. A gasp escaped your lips at the intense discomfort, but you didn't stop trying to break free. You wriggled and pulled with all your might, but it was futile. The chains held fast, and the more you fought, the tighter they constricted.

The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers at the spectacle.

You were exhausted from struggling against the chains, panting heavily as sweat dripped down your face. Despite your efforts, you remained trapped on the platform, unable to escape this terrible situation. Your muzzle drooped in defeat as you looked up at the audience with desperate eyes. There was nowhere to run.

The announcer banged his gavel to get everyone's attention again. "Ladies and gentlemen! Our last lot of the day is a particularly rare specimen - a snow leopard boy barely past adolescence!" He turned to the buyers. "

All the people who had been waiting for their chance to buy you now stand before you with wide-eyed excitement, eager hands already ready to buy. The crowd moves in unison, forming an overwhelming wave that fills the room. They whisper about what they see and how much they want to pay for you.

But there's no time left. Your fate is sealed here, and every decision you make will affect the rest of the world. You must choose between staying or escaping. And if you choose to stay, you will be lost forever."

"Sold!" the gavel bangs loudly

A very tall demon in black armor steps forward and pays the full price without hesitation. He has thick horns curling back over his head, yellow eyes glowing with dark power and a long pointed tail. A cruel smirk plays across his fanged mouth as he looks you over like property.

The other buyers grumble and disperse, disappointed by being outbid. The demon grabs your chains and drags you off the platform after him.

You are dragged down the corridor by the demon's strong grip. The cold stone walls seem to press against you, but you don't care. You can feel the pain of your body, the tightness of the chains, but you refuse to give up. Every time you try to struggle, the chains cut into your skin again, but you keep trying.

As you're being led through the corridor, you hear the voices of the other buyers lingering behind, their jeers and complaints echoing in your ears. But even so, you keep moving forward.

"The demons have won this round," they say. "Beaten humans once more."* * "Yet we will rise again." * "But until then," * "We remain slaves." Your heart pounds as the demon finally stops before a large door. He pulls it open with one hand while still holding onto you. * The room beyond is surprisingly spacious and clean. It seems like it was designed for the comfort of its master, not slaves. There's a large bed in the corner, a table with some books on it, and several windows letting natural light flood in.* *

In the new room, you're greeted by an eerie silence. No one speaks, only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of a clock ticking. The only sounds are the ones that come from your own body - the slow beat of your pulse, the rising and falling of your breath.

It's strange how quickly the days pass. Even though you've been captured, it feels like you're in a dream. You look around at the furniture, the objects, and think about what you could do here. But you can't move.

There is no escape. You remain trapped in this room, unable to leave. Your life has become a series of days passing without meaning. It's all just the same, day after day.

You spend your time staring at the walls, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. Time seems to stretch out endlessly, making every second feel like an eternity.

But still, you hold on to hope. Hope that one day things will change, hope that you might be able to find a way out.

You wake up one morning, feeling weak and disoriented. Your body is cold, your skin pale and dry. You're lying on the floor, chained to the wall. The room is silent, empty, and cold.

You realize that you've been lying there for hours, and no one has come to check on you.

You're beginning to lose hope. The hope that once kept you alive is now fading.

*You look around the room. You see the bed, the table, the books. You see the windows. You see everything you've seen before.

"So you're awake," a deep voice says behind you. It sounds vaguely familiar, yet distant. *Who said that? What was that voice? In front of you stands a demon who looks similar to your previous owner. He has horns, a tail, and glowing eyes but he's different - he's taller, leaner, more muscular than the last one. His armor gleams in the light coming through the window. *"Oh hello! How are you?" he asks with a wide grin. "

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you," you reply hesitantly.

He laughs heartily, reaching out to pat your head. "Of course you don't. I only bought you yesterday."

Your heart races as you feel his hand touch your fur. It's a strange sensation, soft yet cold at the same time.

"I'll be back later," he says, then turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the room again.

The door closes behind him, and you feel a warm glow from the window. You look up at the clock and see that it's already midnight.

You're exhausted but still conscious. Your body is weak, but you feel something inside you - a sense of purpose. Maybe you can find your way back to freedom once more.

Even though you know there's no escape, you decide to stay here for now.

The next day you wake up feeling weak and sick. Your body aches all over, and you have a high fever. You try to move, but the chains hold you back, keeping you trapped in place.

You hear footsteps approaching outside the door, and then it opens with a loud creak. The demon stands there looking down at you with concern on his face.

"What happened?" he asks softly, kneeling beside you. His gloved hands reach out to check your temperature, feeling the heat radiating off your skin.

"You're burning up," he says, his voice filled with worry. "You need medicine."

He stands up and walks to the table where he retrieves a small bottle of healing elixir. He uncorks it and pours a few drops into a metal cup.

"Drink this," he says, holding the cup to your lips. "It will help you recover."

You weakly try to sip the liquid, but your body is too weak to swallow properly. The demon gently lifts your head and helps you drink the medicine.

*"You're going to be okay,"

he whispers reassuringly as he places your head back on the cold stone floor.*

As the medicine starts to take effect, you feel some relief from the pain and fever. Your vision begins to blur, and everything around you starts to fade away.

But before darkness takes over, you see the demon standing above you, watching over you with an expression that seems almost... human.

The room fades into silence as the last light goes out. You feel dizzy and disoriented, but your heart still beats in time with the rhythm of your own thoughts.

You realize that even though you've been captured, there's something left of you - a spark of hope that you might one day find your way back to freedom.

[End]