3.

John pushed my face down and let his disgusting hands run my body down. I knew how much he enjoyed it and I hated him for it.

I hated both of them for it! Hell, I hated this whole damn system! To hell with it all.

Managing to look up just the slightest, I saw my master's disinterested glance shift from my torment to his pad. He was probably reading some of his crime books.

Suddenly warm pain shot into me and I cried out, tears forming in my eyes as I griped the floor. He pulled out of me fast, only leaving me a moment of relief before he entered me again.

My cry was muffled. I didn't want to scream out for help even if it brought my master pleasure. Especially because my pain brought him pleasure, did I not want to show it.

I'm a conflicted person. I want my master to be happy but at the same time I want to hurt him, the way he is hurting me.

More cries escaped my mouth as John speed up, moaning softly as he truly enjoyed my pain.

"John..." He spoke, the words rolling off his tongue without a single care. "This is boring me."

John stopped in the middle of what he was doing and we both looked up. My body screamed with pain, as it always did and especially my lower half was soaked in sweat.

"This isn't enough pain, he's used to that by now!" Master got up and started pacing the room.

John grabbed my tail and pulled it hard. I hissed loudly and recoiled angrily.

"Brilliant!" Master snapped his fingers. "We'll cut off small pieces of you and eat them while you watch us. We'll continue that until you're dead."

"Wh...wh...wha...at...t?" My eyes widen in horror as a gleeful smile plays on my master's face. "You can't do that..."

"Oh that's the fun part, I can!" Shook got stuck in my throat, filling my lungs.

"Please... I'll do anything... please..." He was bored with me. "I'll scream loud, I'll do any position, anything... I'll do anything..."

My master smiled and licked his lips.

"How about we skin you?"

He was crazy... my master had gone completely insane...

"Please no..." I whimpered.

"I may have an idea, sir." John spoke boldly for a servant.

"Well spit it out already!" Master said annoyed.

John said nothing at first, he walked over to me and picked me up by my fluffy tail, causing me to scream and struggle.

"I say we cut lines in his ears, that is their most sensitive part and so the pain will be fun to watch." He dropped me on the hard ground and I pulled my tail between my legs and began licking it to smother the pain.

"Oh, sounds like fun." Master pulled out his knife and handed it to John. "You know for a slave, you're very smart."

John came down to my level and grabbed my throat with his hand. I felt the cold metal against the fur on my ears and the pressure on my throat, making it hard to breathe.

"No..." I meowed, my eyes begging him but he didn't care for my tears. "Please..."

I saw his hand move and I felt the warm blood dripping down my fur and he still wasn't done. Another cut, more blood. Another one and I hear myself hiss and scream as a chunk of my ear, falls on my lap.

My ear is burning like dirty fire, eating at my wound and tearing at my flesh.

"It hurts... it really hurts..." I know my tears and words mean nothing to them but I can't help it. "It burns..."

Master gives John a side look and John slaps me hard across the face. That's right, I'm a neko. Neko shouldn't speak back or speak at all. I'm less then a human because I'm not one.

I'm just a sex toy.

"You should smile when you are hurt, not cry or whine or whatever it is you're doing. You should smile because you brought me pleasure." Master turned around and walked back to his table. "John."

"Yes?"

"Take him back to his cage. I want him beaten, played with, I don't really care what you do to him. I just want a bruised and broken neko. Oh and John." John was already picking me up by my collar. "Try not to kill him if you can, he costed more then you did."

"Will that be all, master?"

"That will be all. Go have fun."