Inhumane Society - Part 2
The van waited ominously around the corner. Rust-riddled, the vehicle’s paint had the look of whatever the automobile equivalent of leprosy was. The smell of fear, pain, and urine emanated from the vehicle and set Nic’s ears back against his head tensely.
The catcher definitely wasn’t a member of Animal Services. That much was apparent from his rundown van. He had to be a free-lancer, catching nekos on his own and selling them to X-Corp at a profit.
Nic gulped and pawed at the man’s side. The catcher bore the neko under one arm, flexing his bicep to keep the youth pinned against his torso. At a distance, the pair of them may have looked like a small child being carried by his father, rather than a fully-grown neko being man-handled like luggage.
Neko stood a full two feet shorter than most humans. Save for a few very spoiled house nekos, they were lean and fit. Street nekos moreso from a life on the run, scrounging for scraps, and chill nights.
Nic neared a full panic as they approached the vehicle. He could hear plaintive voices calling out from within.
“Let us go!” “Let me go!” “My family!” “I don’t want to go! I’m not hurting anyone!”
The catcher smirked.
There had to be a way to get out of this. Something that Nic had to offer that the other’s he’d capture did not. There was one thing. The one thing that Nic used to get by where most other nekos did not.
“I can make you feel good.” He mewled. “Let me go and I’ll be the best lay you’ve ever had.”