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It was over. Your hero was gone, and now you forever belonged to the man who ended your loved one’s life. Ivan went and picked up the gun and returned to the side of Alfred’s now lifeless body. He aimed it at the back of his head, intending to end it for good. He placed his finger on the trigger and pulled. Alfred’s body shook from the impact and fell, once again, lifeless.

You handed noticed but your leash fell low enough for Francis to take hold and pull hard, getting your attention. You jumped out of the tree and scrambled toward Alfred’s body. Unfortunately, Francis’s hold as too strong, and you were violently jerked back.

“Please! Please let me go to him! I swear that’s all I want. Please!” You pleaded with red, tearful eyes. Francis dropped the leash, and you sprinted to where Alfred lay. Once you were at his side, you gently rolled him to his back and cradled his head in your arms. Sobbing doesn’t describe how you reacted. You were a wreck, and all you could do was hold his lifeless body in your arms.

Ivan chose this moment to walk behind you and begin petting your head. You snapped your attention to him and all you could do was cry harder. “We must go now. My driver is becoming impatient and she is worse than I am.” He grabbed your arm and tried helping you up, but you snatched your arm away and pulled Alfred’s body into another hug. Again he tried to pull you up, this time you barely snuck another kiss to his forehead before Ivan pulled you to your feet and lead you to his car. You took one last look back at your love’s lifeless body before you were shoved into the car and driven off to your new life.

~ 5 years later ~

“Alex, Russell, it’s time for dinner!” You called through the halls after your two rambunctious boys. Russell flew down the stairs, soon followed by Alex, who took a miss step and fell just by your feet. “Careful sweaty, you don’t want to get hurt.” You patted him on the head and he joined his brother at the table.

Russell had been born the first year of your enslavement. He turned out “normal,” no cat ears or tail, though he was practically identical to his father. He was a larger boy with light, almost white, hair and (e/c) eyes. Alex was born two years later and he was something special. He turned out to share your feline DNA. He was born with (h/c) hair and two feline ears and a tail to match. His eyes were bright blue and he had a small discolored patch of skin between his shoulders. When Alex was born you insisted on naming him after, well, Alfred. But, Ivan would not have it. Weeks of arguing and several beatings later, you agreed that his name would be Alex. Ivan did agree to let his middle name be to your choosing. You settled on Jones.

Both bouncing boys were seated at the table. Ivan had already collected his dinner and disappeared into his cellar. He never let anyone down there, no matter the circumstances. You served the boys and sat down with them, thinking about the past five years. Sure they were not the best. Most of the time you were tending to the children and Ivan’s every last need, but they weren’t hell either. You had a roof over your head, food, books, and two wonderful children to look after.

Once you all were finished, you cleaned up the table and sent the kids off to bed. You went over to the cellar door, asked if Ivan needed anything else for the night, and when there was no response, you, yourself, when to sleep.

The next morning you snuck out of the house and into the garden. You went to the small stream and there stood a small monument. It had been 5 years since you came into servitude, but worse, it had been five years since Alfred’s death. You placed a small bouquet of flowers in front of the stone and leaned forward, planting a small hiss on the top of the stone. There you sat; staring up at the sky, a tear every now and then fell from your cheek onto the flowers.

You heard footsteps approaching you. You turned to see little Alex cautiously walking toward where you sat. “Alex honey, what are you doing out here?” You questions as he slumped into your arms.

“I wanted to say good morning mommy.” You gently hugged him and wished him a good morning as well. You both sat under the tree, by the river. Your ears perked and tails entwined. You could tell Alfred would have been proud of you. That thought was all that was need to bring a smile to your face. You gave Alex a little kiss, and there you two sat for the remainder of the morning.

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It was over. Your hero was gone, and now you forever belonged to the man who ended your loved one’s life. Ivan went and picked up the gun and returned to the side of Alfred’s now lifeless body. He aimed it at the back of his head, intending to end it for good. He placed his finger on the trigger and pulled. Alfred’s body shook from the impact and fell, once again, lifeless.

You handed noticed but your leash fell low enough for Francis to take hold and pull hard, getting your attention. You jumped out of the tree and scrambled toward Alfred’s body. Unfortunately, Francis’s hold as too strong, and you were violently jerked back.

“Please! Please let me go to him! I swear that’s all I want. Please!” You pleaded with red, tearful eyes. Francis dropped the leash, and you sprinted to where Alfred lay. Once you were at his side, you gently rolled him to his back and cradled his head in your arms. Sobbing doesn’t describe how you reacted. You were a wreck, and all you could do was hold his lifeless body in your arms.

Ivan chose this moment to walk behind you and begin petting your head. You snapped your attention to him and all you could do was cry harder. “We must go now. My driver is becoming impatient and she is worse than I am.” He grabbed your arm and tried helping you up, but you snatched your arm away and pulled Alfred’s body into another hug. Again he tried to pull you up, this time you barely snuck another kiss to his forehead before Ivan pulled you to your feet and lead you to his car. You took one last look back at your love’s lifeless body before you were shoved into the car and driven off to your new life.

~ 5 years later ~

“Alex, Russell, it’s time for dinner!” You called through the halls after your two rambunctious boys. Russell flew down the stairs, soon followed by Alex, who took a miss step and fell just by your feet. “Careful sweaty, you don’t want to get hurt.” You patted him on the head and he joined his brother at the table.

Russell had been born the first year of your enslavement. He turned out “normal,” no cat ears or tail, though he was practically identical to his father. He was a larger boy with light, almost white, hair and (e/c) eyes. Alex was born two years later and he was something special. He turned out to share your feline DNA. He was born with (h/c) hair and two feline ears and a tail to match. His eyes were bright blue and he had a small discolored patch of skin between his shoulders. When Alex was born you insisted on naming him after, well, Alfred. But, Ivan would not have it. Weeks of arguing and several beatings later, you agreed that his name would be Alex. Ivan did agree to let his middle name be to your choosing. You settled on Jones.

Both bouncing boys were seated at the table. Ivan had already collected his dinner and disappeared into his cellar. He never let anyone down there, no matter the circumstances. You served the boys and sat down with them, thinking about the past five years. Sure they were not the best. Most of the time you were tending to the children and Ivan’s every last need, but they weren’t hell either. You had a roof over your head, food, books, and two wonderful children to look after.

Once you all were finished, you cleaned up the table and sent the kids off to bed. You went over to the cellar door, asked if Ivan needed anything else for the night, and when there was no response, you, yourself, when to sleep.

The next morning you snuck out of the house and into the garden. You went to the small stream and there stood a small monument. It had been 5 years since you came into servitude, but worse, it had been five years since Alfred’s death. You placed a small bouquet of flowers in front of the stone and leaned forward, planting a small hiss on the top of the stone. There you sat; staring up at the sky, a tear every now and then fell from your cheek onto the flowers.

You heard footsteps approaching you. You turned to see little Alex cautiously walking toward where you sat. “Alex honey, what are you doing out here?” You questions as he slumped into your arms.

“I wanted to say good morning mommy.” You gently hugged him and wished him a good morning as well. You both sat under the tree, by the river. Your ears perked and tails entwined. You could tell Alfred would have been proud of you. That thought was all that was need to bring a smile to your face. You gave Alex a little kiss, and there you two sat for the remainder of the morning.