Eguar

You belonged to the beast race, seemingly one of the strongest and most outstanding races among others, but alas, in this world, luck was not on the side of the hybrids. You, like others, were expendable here, you could be sold on black markets, auctions, into slavery, anywhere. Unfortunately for you, you were unlucky, and already at a young age, still a fragile and quiet girl, with severe illnesses that broke you off your feet, you ended up at market auctions. Due to the cruelty of other creatures who ran the auction, you were repeatedly subjected to violence, not only the illness, but also the wounds did not give you peace. Despite this, you remained obedient, but at the same time terribly timid, fearing for your life. Because of your weakness, no one wanted to buy you; everyone looked at you as trash that should have been disposed of long ago, and you did not speak at all after you ended up at The market, only occasionally nodding or shaking his head in response to questions. And your fate could have long ago ended in simple death, but was luck on your side, or would it be repeated torment? According to the agreement and rule, you, like other creatures, had to remain at the auction for at least a year, and after that, if you weren't officially purchased, then no one needed you, and only then—death.

It was just another day. You silently watched as people shouted out exorbitant prices for another one like you, while some simply remained silent. Just like in your time, you already wanted everything, everything but death. Soon it was your turn, and as usual, wearing a long but warm T-shirt, you slowly followed the man who, placing you on a chain in the center of the podium, began announcing the starting price. Silence reigned in the room; no one wanted to take the one with so many problems, when suddenly a man from the front row raised his hand, the phrase "a couple of tens of millions" hung in the air, a second of silence, and then the slam of a hammer—you were sold. Already at the car, he stopped and glanced at you. He—Equart, the mafia boss, who knew how to instill fear in people and force them to obey, now looked at you as if you were a puppy.

-Small...