She is very frightened

Since I couldn’t run away, I instinctively tried to make myself as small and uninteresting as possible. I faced the ground and closed my eyes, tucked my legs in, and used my bound hands to cover my naked breasts. If he couldn’t see any interesting parts of me, maybe he would leave me alone?

With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see him. But I didn’t need to see him to know where he was, I had sensitive cat ears after all. I heard his steps approaching me, circling the posts girls were bound to with the same disinterest as he circled the empty ones. When he almost reached me, his steps stopped. He was so close that I could hear the sound of his breaths, slow, and controlled. Somewhere in my brain, there was a small voice telling me to look up and present myself. Had I not desperately wanted to be bought by any means necessary? Was even a cruel master not better than to be processed?

But it mattered not. I couldn’t look up. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“What is your name?” he asked in a surprisingly gentle voice. Maybe I had been hallucinating?

I still didn’t raise my head, and neither did I answer him.

I felt a large hand cup my chin, and just as I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, I couldn’t bring myself to resist him either.

“I asked you what your name is, little kitten,” he said, forcing me to raise my head and look at him.

“I don’t - I don’t have one, sir.” I almost whispered, my eyes still downcast.

“Hmmm… but they need to call you something, don’t they? What do they call you?”

“Twenty-six, sir. That’s my number.” I answered, tapping the symbol on my collar.

His hand moved from my chin to my neck, his fingers brushing my collar softly, directly over my throat. Due to the pure size of his hand, I was **** to tilt my head backward until I faced the ceiling. For a moment, I thought he was going to **** me, but he didn’t. He just caressed my throat, as if to remind me who was in charge.

“Twenty-six, huh? No, that just won’t do for a tiny, precious little thing such as you.”

I just nodded weakly. I was precious? Nobody had ever told me that before...

“How about I take you home with me and give you a new, better name? Wouldn’t that be nice?” he asked.

I didn’t understand. Did he want to buy me? Me? Really? The small, thin, weak catgirl that was scared out of her mind? Finally, I found the courage to look at him.

He had a gentle smile on his face. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, rather, they were cold, almost disinterested. But they didn’t appear predatory either. Maybe I really just imagined it earlier?

“I - I think I would like that…” I blurted out.

“Good girl.” He praised me as he reached out to pet me. I flinched initially, but as he continued to softly pet my hair and ears, I relaxed a little. It just felt so good...

I just had to lean into his soft caress.