Lost Kitten [Completed]

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I lost my concept of time in that cold, dark room. No one had come in for me, they only pushed just enough food to keep me alive through a little hole in the door. The cum had dried long ago, now felt just like dried mud.

The door swung open, the light blinding to my eyes. I quickly closed them.

"Good news, someone wanted the slutty kitty, so you're not my problem anymore." Zachariah sang. My vision blurred as I heard loud foot steps march their way into the room, than a pair of rough hands forced me up by my elbows and pulled me along with them. I did not protest as I was being carried out, I tried to close my eyes harder as the light grew brighter. I swung my feet slightly, in a attempt to find the floor, I couldn't even feel it anywhere near my feet. 

I opened my eyes in my desperation to know anything about my surroundings. My eyes eventually grew accustom to the light as I was roughly thrown into the trunk of a car than the lid slammed shut and I was submerged into darkness again. The engine started up with a roar. 

There were no people talking in the cab, just loud music. The road had many deep pot holes and little hills in it. Every time the car hit one of them I got bounced from ceiling to floor leaving bruises and pains all along my body.

Eventually the car rolled to a stop and the engine cut off. I was thrown from the trunk and onto the dirt floor. There were people talking, I didn't hear the first part of their conversion.

"Looks to be all here." Zachariah said. "He's all yours."

"Good." Another voice said. Hearing boots walking away, then car doors slamming closed, and the car driving away. I opened my eyes to see polished, black dress shoes gleam in the light beside my face. I struggled to get to my feet, clawing at the ground, with no real success. He watched me struggle on the ground for a moment before bending down and reaching a hand out. I closed my eyes waiting to be hit, but it never came. Instead, I felt hands around my waist lifting me into the air before putting me over their shoulder. I go with it my body limp and weak from the lack of food.  

I am gently placed into the back of a car followed by a seat belt being pulled over my bare lap. A blanket is strewn across my lap and pulled up to my shoulders. I turned my head and stared blankly out the window as the car purred down the road.

"He's in worse shape than I thought." A woman whispered from the driver's seat.

"I know." The man next to her said, the same one who had carried me into the car. "I have no clue what he is covered in."

"It's best that you don't find out." She whispered back. 

"Ew..." 

We drove the rest of the way in silence. The two in the front occasionally spoke a word or two, but nothing more. 

We arrived at an apartment building after awhile. The door was opened slowly for me by the man. I got a clear look at him, dark black hair slicked back against his head. Classic black suit and tie, green eyes and tattoos creeping up his neck. Or maybe scales. Black lip ring moved up and down as he talked.

"Welcome to Hill Elf." He said taking off his coat. 

"It's not called Hill Elf." The other lady said coming to stand beside him. She had dark skin, frizzy hair and yellow eyes. When I didn't move he said.

"Come on we don't bite, well I personally don't." 

I pulled myself off the seat, with shaking legs I walked out of the car. The man handed me his coat, as he closed the door behind me. "Put in on, don't want you catching a cold, now do we."

We walked in and I have lived there ever since. It has taken awhile for it to feel like home but now it does and I wouldn't give it up for the world.

A/N: Long time no see! This is the official end. I started this a long time ago and now that I go back and read it I realize that I really hate how I wrote it. I never knew where I wanted this story to go and wrote myself into a hole. Without any motivation or ideas, I have decided that this is the perfect place to end it. Thanks for sticking with me for this long! I have more stories I would like to write, but again it's just about time.