One shots

ao3: I bite.

Luck, I don't have that. And it's fine, I used all my luck in my previous life. Key word previous. This isn't my same life, I wouldn't be able to live if this is the same life.

Music plays in my mind as the day starts, food, bath, cage

Rinse repeat.

Todays no different, it's a work day so we're on the market. Twelve hours a day people come in and out picking us out like five year olds in a toy store, the buzz and excitement of picking their first slave out is high on

Monday, that's the day for new comers.

Tuesday, the day for regulars to come without crowds.

Wednesday return day, they have a deal that if you don't like your purchase you have until the next Wednesday to return them. It fucks over Monday and Tuesday people but that's their issues.

Thursday is specials, the day where only non human breeds are on display. Me and Ash for example were incubi, Al and Ray were wolves so they're also out and so on.

Friday, probably the worst day. You pick out something you want to take out and if they're still there Friday you can have a private day with that item. Most use it to see if their fuck toy is to their taste, the trainers ignore that even though it is to be used to explain rules and see if the item would be a fit to your house so you don't spend a million on someone you hate.

Today is Thursday, we all have this...
Bet

That the first one to scare off a buyer wins

I win every week

See I have some sharp teeth, that's key in my bit. The others snarl and growl, I sit there. Not moving, dead. Still. They come up and stick a finger in only for me to either A) bite it off or B) Lunge at the bars hard enough to make the cage rattle.

They bolted my cage to the ground because of it, they watch me more than the others on top of it, I like the screams of losing a finger. They muzzled me and I just used my hands to rip the fingers off.

That leads me to now, muzzled, hands chained to the ground cause yesterday was behind my back. I growl at the food placed at my feet, I go to throw it with the tip of my muzzle when Ronnie takes it in a second and kicks me back by the chest. "Goddamn it you bitch fine starve yourself I don't care!" He hissed and I hissed back I go for the open cage door only to get my head out and the chains catching me along with the door slamming shut. "Fucking bitch!" He gives my food to Ash who sighs and eats both bowls, he knows I can't even eat it at this point so doesn't argue. I roll my eyes and watch the crowd start to come in about fifteen minutes later when the bowels are gone and everyone's faces are cleaned up.

Ash talks to me when he can but I mainly lay against the bars and try sleeping. I'm immune to the kicks to my cage occasionally by the trainers.

The day ends and I can count my blessings, and my friends as only a few newbies were bought.

All that was left was getting hosed off and dinner, everyone was hosed off and fed before they did the ones that's cause them issues. They lock my hands behind my back after dragging me out of my cage and away from the hose station. Ash was barely awake before but in an instant is screaming his head off. Begging then threatening, I thrash but a needle is shoved into my throat and I know the drug will knock my out in seconds. I watch them do the same to Ash, Al, and Ray before I lose control of my muscles and forced to close my eyes.

I know I won't ever see them again and it kills me.

When I wake up it's to laughing, I think it's ash then realize it's not and won't ever be.