4.

Walking down the stairs to my cage, I could feel John's glaze burning on my skin. He was given total freedom to do whatever he wanted to me.

But the real question was, why was my master suddenly bored of me? He normally loves torturing me himself but now he's gotten bored of it?

"I can't believe you costed more then I did..." John broke the silence with a dangerous tone. "I mean all you're for is for pleasure. I work around the house, clean, help, I'm so damn useful!"

Nekos were not the only ones who were bought and sold. Street children and orphans were regularly sold to the rich and powerful at pretty low prices.

I remember at the place where my master bought me, there was a group of very young humans with the sign: buy one, take one free. Human lives aren't worth that much to the rich when there are millions of young humans who need a home.

"Why the hell, am I worth less then you??!" I saw John ball his fists from the corner of my eye. "I'm the butler! I'm good at everything around the house. Why the freezing hell, am I worth less then a sex toy??"

He was talking to himself but it made my hands begin to shake and my knees became wobbly in fear. John was so angry and when people are angry their punches hurt more.

"I'm not worthless, you know??!" John yanked at my tail and I let out a small yell. "I'm worth way more than you!! I should be!"

He pulled on my tail again, causing me to slip over my feet and fall down. Although I only fell down a few steps, my body was sore all over.

"I mean look at you!" He kicked me hard in the stomach and I fell down a few more stairs. "You're just good for other people's pleasure!"

"Ouch!" His rough fingers gently caressed my head before giving me a hard across the face. With his boots, he kicked me down the stairs once again.

"HAHA!" John laughed. "I mean this is actually pretty fun, you know? Too bad you're not enjoying it."

My ears are down and my tail is between my leg.

"Humans are cheap because we die so easily. But you Nekos don't die easily. It takes a lot to kill you... oh well, I guess I'll just have to try."

Blood dripped down my face from a cut on my forehead. With a swift movement I wiped it away and looked straight into John's eyes. I could play it safe and be a pushover and like to see another day. Or, I could finally say what I think and have those be the last words I ever speak.

"You're so full of crap!" My weak voice bellow across the dim stairway. "You just beat me up because you want to feel important but you know you're not. Not at all!"

"Bold words for someone in your position." John moved closer, every step was loud like a drum singing for war. "Such foolish words make me wonder if you want to alive at all."

"Eat me, you creepy pervert!" I said while moving back and reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Go on, do your worst!"

He approached me with his dirty grin and eyes from of hatred. His hand were formed into fists and he spat on the ground.

"Oh I will. Trust me I will."