When life gives you lemons

Catnip (Yuji/Sukuna)

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🍏 degradation
🧄rape
🦪 humiliation
🍹 drugging (sort of)
📦 human trafficking
🤲begging
💀🕊 Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

The audience was dead silent, the clinking of wine glasses and pleasant small talk long forgotten as their ears were filled with venomous curses and low growls.

It was at this fine evening, at a very exclusive private auction, on a stage with velvet drapes that fell heavily to the floor, that Sukuna was walked out. His hands were chained in front of him, led by a man dressed in old traditional Japanese clothes to the center, where the hot white lights were on him, accompanying the eyes of many.

He was naked except for black boxers, a sheen of sweat from fighting back making his black tattoos shine in the light. His ears were pulled back and his tail flicked back and forth in annoyance, growling when the back of his knees were kicked, sending him to the floor. His nails scratched at the wood beneath him as his lips peeled back from his teeth in a clear warning, his hackles raised.

The auctioneer laughed heartily, and Sukuna glanced to the side. The man had pure white hair, a sharp suit, and an award-winning smile as he gestured heartily towards the catboy on stage.

"This one gave us some trouble, folks. He'll be hard to train but ultimately, I imagine, more rewarding."

Sukuna snarled with his entire chest, and it rang out through the small room. "You fucking humans think you can kidnap and sell us like property just because we have ears?!" He yelled, gathering himself on his haunches and ready to leap up. "You're all fucking disgusting—it sickens me to be in the same room as you. We fucking have rights too, you pieces of shit!"

The man at the podium chuckled. "He's a rare breed, a mix between an American Bengal and a Siamese from Japan. See how his skin is like caramel? And despite his ally cat demeanor, his name is Sukuna. Yes ma'am," he said, pointing to a lady with her hand up.

"Will there be a discount for his tattoos?"

"Yes!" He said enthusiastically. "The final price will have two million shaved off—but that's not all!"

Sukuna's ear twitched and he glared at the auctioneer. What fucking more could there be?

"He is part of a set, a true pair of Siamese twins! Bring the other out, Geto."

His stomach dropped to his knees as the man with his hair in a bun nodded and quickly fastened Sukuna's chains to the stage, rendering him immobile and, with a smirk, went past the curtains, backstage. He emerged leading a wobbly-kneed Yuji, terror and humiliation obvious on his face, his ears back and tail pointing downwards in submission, his brown eyes glued to the floor.

He kneeled down next to Sukuna when prompted without protest, unlike his older brother. The audience was eating his appearance up.

His hands were bound in front of him with rope, as were the rest of the catpeople backstage, waiting to be flaunted and shown off like prizes. Sukuna was the only one who needed to be weighed down with chains due to the vehemence he fought with.

"As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, the younger brother is much more well behaved than his counterpart. These types of twins are a rarity so we will be selling them as a set." The auctioneer said jovially. "We will start the bidding at twenty eight."

Immediately, hands went up and voices raised as people began yelling out numbers.

"Thirty thousand."

"Fifty thousand.

"One million."

While they were preoccupied, Sukuna curled his tail around Yuji's back, trying to give him some comfort, even if it was uncharacteristic of him. He wasn't stupid. He could admit when he was in the wrong—when something was all his fault. Yuji should've never gotten caught up in something like this.