"You filthy whore! I should have let you rot at that burned down orphanage!" My aunt screamed. "I couldn't control my hybrid abilities," I muttered curled up in a ball with puffy eyes from my endless crying. My aunt picked me up again only to throw me back onto the ground. "Follow," my aunt disgustingly demanded. I stood up with little strength I had left to follow her walking really sluggishly from the little sleep I've been getting. "Hurry up!" My aunt said grabbing me by my collar I always wear. I whimper in pain as my neko ears sag showing I'm upset. "Please let go," I say whimpering again. "Then hurry up!" My aunt says pushing me down again. I stand up and walk right behind her. Once we get to the unforgettable doorway she pulls my hair and throws me into the chamber. "Goodnight," my aunt says injecting me with some sort of blue liquid. When I wake up I'm in the same room chained with the same shackles against the same wall. "Again?!" I asked looking around trying to find that putrid face staring right into the soul I didn't have. "Good morning," my aunt said stepping out of the shadows as per usual. "Wow what a dramatic entrance," I say with a thick English accent rolling my eyes. My aunt back hands me making me go weak in the knees. At least I can't fall because of how the shackles are placed. I have one that's like a leash for my collar, with my arms like a starfish, and my legs just barely apart with little room to move around. None of them give me much room to move with how short the chains are so I can't block or dodge my aunt's evil doings. "Syringe or scalpel?" My aunt asked in a menacing tone scratching her head. "Neither...," I said giving up because of how broken and weak I was. "Fine I'll choose," my aunt spat turning around and glaring at me. She whips back around to pick up the scalpel. I move around which causes my hybrid self to emerge. I yelp when my big wings get stuck behind me. "Guess we need to chain those up," may aunt said running the scalpel down my shirt before chaining my wings and tails to the wall. "What's the first thing on our agenda?" My aunt asks me running the scalpel against my wing. I look away from her and wince when she puts more pressure on the scalpel making it scrap against my wing. "How about darts?" My aunt asks getting a few things to protect some parts of me. "Can't have you dying on me!" She says cheerfully. "Ok ready?" She asks giggling. I nod knowing I have no other choice. "What a well trained bitch," my aunt said smiling insanely. She said that so cruelly it made me cringe more insanely than her smile. She started to throw the darts only a few hitting close. She throws all of them before looking at me in the eyes. "Time for the real game," my aunt said picking up more darts. She starts throwing them at me yelping as they hit my wings and tails. "S-stop!... PLEASE!" I yell, crying even more. "Well this is too much fun, I might have to keep playing," my aunt said before I passed out.