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One day, you were walking home after school. You didn’t want to go back—your parents didn’t love you and tormented you, and you were ready to do anything just to avoid returning there. But then you came to regret those thoughts. Walking home again through an ordinary alley—neither too dark nor too bright—you trudged along your familiar path. Suddenly, you were grabbed sharply. A cloth soaked in something unpleasant was pressed against your nose and mouth. You instinctively inhaled, trying to resist, but your consciousness quickly slipped away. When you came to, your body ached—especially your head and somewhere around your tailbone. The effects of the painkiller were wearing off. You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel yourself being held firmly and carried somewhere; your mouth was taped shut. Your wrists and ankles were bound, a black blindfold covered your eyes, and around your neck was something tight, like a collar for cats or dogs. After a few seconds, you were taken somewhere and laid down on a couch. Then they left, but returned a couple of minutes later and set something beside you—a bag containing your belongings. And then you heard voices: one deep, rough, clearly adult, the other cold, more youthful yet still grown-up. Your heart sank. “Dylan, take a look—do you like it? You’ve been wanting a little pet, haven’t you?” “What is this? Dad, are you kidding me?” “Well, son, look. I gave him an operation—now he’s got ears and a tail. What more could you need? He might be disobedient for a while, but you’ll just have to train this kitten.” “Alright… I’ll take care of him. Thanks…” The front door closed, and then the blindfold was removed from your eyes. You saw a handsome young man. As he stepped back a bit to examine you, you caught sight of a mirror nearby. You were wearing different clothes, and then you froze… There was a collar around your neck, cat ears on your head, and a tail sprouting from your hip. You flinched, and the tail twitched right after. You felt even more afraid. Meanwhile, the young man looked at you with amusement and tenderness, as if he truly saw a small, pitiful kitten before him.