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RUNNING HOPELESSLY THROUGH THE snowy woods of Russia, a beautiful tiger desperately tried to get away.
She was running from people who wanted to capture her and take her to the circus. She hoped they wouldn't find her. The tiger took in the surroundings of her home for what felt like the last time.
When they finally caught her, the shot her with a spell which stunned her. She tried to move her legs but she couldn't. Panic rose in her chest as she watched them get closer. They laughed at her and poked her.
"Are you sure it's this tiger?" One of the men said.
"Yes, I saw it change yesterday," the other man replied greedily. "She's a beauty,"
"Well then she'll be a lot of fun,"
The tiger shivered at the thought.
They grabbed hold of her and loaded her onto a truck and she said her last goodbyes to her beloved forest.
***
A beautiful woman stood behind the bars of a circus, waiting to go out for all the people. The bruises on her torso were covered by the clothes she wore, there was no sense in damaging what people would see of the creatures.
The men at the circus were cruel to her. They hit her and touched her and shouted mean things at her.
When she was finally lead out to the crowd, she was forced to turn into her tiger form even though it was unbearably painful to do so. She let out a loud roar and the people gasped in fear and excitement.
It was thrilling for people to see something so dangerous locked behind a cage where it couldn't get to them.
The tiger roared in particular at the circus master who wasn't too happy about that and made that clear to her when they got back. She turned back to her human form, all energy gone as usual.
The man knew this and always used this time to abuse her because she wouldn't be able to turn back to her tiger form for a while.
He came into her cage and grabbed hold of her. When he began to undo his belt, the woman stopped fighting him. It was no use.
He liked to use the belt as a form of torture while he did what he was going to do with her. She was so tired and damaged.
She closed her eyes and imagined herself running through the snow back home full of freedom. That's all she wished for now, just to be free and to see the snow again.
When the man was done, he left her lying on the ground of her cage, curled up in a tight ball. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to forget what had happened. She tried to block out the feeling of his arms pushing her down. She tried to imagine away the marks left by the belt.
Suddenly a man in a blue coat appeared by the door of the cage. She watched him take out a wand and blow her cage open.
"Oh dear," he said, an English accent shining through. "What have they done to you?"
He rushed over and knelt down beside her. He reached out his hand to touch her but she jumped up and backed away from him, staring at him, trying to gauge what he would do to her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he told her. "I promise I won't hurt you,"
His voice was soft and gentle. He avoided her gaze so that she wouldn't think he was challenging her. Something about him told her to trust him. That he really wouldn't hurt her.
"I can take you out of here and I can keep you safe. I can get you back to Russia," he promised. "My name is Newt Scamander,"
She watched him open his case and put out his hand for her to take. The woman thought about what she was about to do. What if he wasn't going to take her home?
Well, anywhere is better than here.
She tentatively placed her hand into his large one.
"My name is Nyx,"
***
A/N
A new fan fiction! I was totally inspired by @lahotaste to write this story. I loved the idea of the OC being a beast in Newt's case. It was so cute to me so I decided I had to make one of my own.
