Staying Defiant

A little AU thing to my A Tale of Worlds thing.

Since you think we should use a wolf or something, here ya go. Your little wolf or whatever you wish to use, wants to know how quickly a defiant person can turn into a submissive little slave/pet. His/Her guess is pretty fast, but a stubborn half human, half monster/animal thing suddenly appears and he/she decides to see if his/her guess is right.

Let us see what shall happen, yeah?

Clara awoke very slowly. She really wasn’t in the mood to regain conciseness at the moment. Her head was pounding and everything was blurry when she opened her brown eyes. She let out a small whine and closed them again. Once she could open her eyes without the worry of passing out again, she sat up slowly, placing a hand on her head. A headache was forming. She peeked open her eyes to see Coco looking up at her with concern in her dark yellow gaze.

The young girl groaned again, and looked around to see where she and her little cat friend were at. It appeared to be some sort of jail cell. The walls were made of gray bricks and most were covered in fungi and moss. Meanwhile, the floor was made out of cement. There were many cracks in the floor and walls, dust and blood. Her blood. There was a bowl not far off. A dog bowl that was filled up with food. The light gray feline almost laughed at the sight. Her friend was being treated as some sort of animal instead of a person.

She rolled her eyes and stood up. Her tiny body ached and it took her a few tries until she was able to fully stand. A sound reached her ears. A bell rang out. She ignored it and glanced towards the bars that were blocking the only way out of the prison.

“Where are we?”

“Well Clara, you passed out in the fight against Pipier. And on top of that, you nearly died! I told you, you should have fought back!” Coco snapped at the child. “You know the rules they have around here! It’s—“

“—Kill or be killed,” the child finished softly. “…I know that. But do you really think I can fight anyone? You know I don’t want to hurt anyone… T-that’s Clarita… She wants to do that stuff…”

Clara turned away from her friend as she spoke. Again the bell rang out. Blinking, she glanced down at herself. There was a collar wrapped around her small neck. There was a small golden bell hanging from it.  She folded her fox/cat (I’m not sure which one yet-) ears back and her tail drooped. What? She turned it around and found no latch to remove it with, much to her horror. On the back however, she saw two words written.

You’re mine.

The child shrieked loudly as she felt a hand touch her shoulder and spin her around to look up into the eyes of her captor.