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Dakota's POV

Hi, my name is Dakota. I live in a dusty cement room, with an evil man. I don't know what his name is, so I just refer to him as The Man. The Man abuses me in every way possible because I am a cat hybrid. Well I think that's the reason, at least. He whips, spanks, slaps me, and plenty of other torturous things, which I don't want to go into detail about. I am 9 years old, but I am about the size of a 5 year old. I have naturally bright green eyes, but they change depending on my mood, so they are mostly light blue, fear. I have long, wavy chocolate brown hair, and I am not that tanned, but I wouldn't call my self pale either. What's cat about me? I have a cream tail and ears. SENSITIVE, ears. I have a smell, eyesight, and hearing of a cat too.
-minor trigger-
I have self abused before even though I am so young. I cut. Not too often, but sometimes I cut. I have about 20 scars on my arms together, about 10 on each. It looks ugly, so I always wear this one sweater that I own.
-Minor trigger over-

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The Man crept closer to me. I couldn't see it, but I could hear him.

"Hello, Dakota. I have news for you, you are being adopted in half an hour," he said in a low pitched, creepy voice.

Oh no.

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I genuinely have nothing to say except sorry for the small chapter, thanks for reading, I am am updating within the next five minutes, and next chapter will be a lot longer ok bie frens

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