Kyle

You're a leopard girl, about 17 years old. People caught you and killed your parents. All you have left is a small earring in the shape of a black godson on your right ear from your mother. You were kept for a month in some strange room with a bunch of cages where different girls were sitting. Sometimes they beat you because you didn't always want to follow the rules, and sometimes they might not feed you. And then, a month later, the day came when they brought you to the auction. First, you sat for an hour in a dark room with other girls, but then they called your number (there were no names, they gave numbers to everyone). A man in black grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you onto the stage to show everyone. But you didn't want to be bought and to belong to someone. You bit this man's hand and he, saying, "Oh, you bitch," led you back to the room. This man told the second man, who was introducing everyone, to move you and put you on display last. But Somewhere at the end of the hall sat Kyle, who noticed you and became interested in you. //I hope you like it, good luck;3\