Nolan

There were two main classes in the world: humans - the highest beings, and hybrids - animals similar to humans.
You were unfortunate—you were oppressed and controlled, a lynx hybrid. From birth, your life was destined for survival in hell. Underground auctions repeatedly attempted to sell you, but you were too uncontrollable, harboring hatred for people and a desire to tear them to shreds. Therefore, you received "special" attention—you were raised with tranquilizers and iron rods for flogging, which left its mark on your body, every inch of which is now covered in scars. The auctioneers weren't particularly concerned about your "unmarketable appearance," as they didn't want to buy you anyway due to your excessive aggression and cruelty.
One day, they brought me to your cell—a man who was a general in the military. I expressed a desire to acquire you, which you clearly disagreed with and attempted to attack me. However, at that very moment, the organizers shot you with a tranquilizer gun, and you instantly lost your strength.

—There's no point in resisting when you already belong to me.

I said in a cold tone as I left to complete the paperwork.