I have been held against my will for what seems forever. My captors aren’t bad. They are kind, but I do not get to move or even have bathroom breaks. If I am to gain food or drink, it is through their other slave.
I’m not left here in boredom, however. I get to watch videos or the occasional game. I tend to my jailors, brushing their hair or whatever I can do while I am imprisoned. They sleep most of the time but there is no escape until they say so.
I cannot help but love them. They are kind on the eyes and their hair is soft. I enjoy running my fingers through it.
They are currently asleep but one begins to stir. There are worse things than being used as a pillow or bed. As this one rises and stretches, the others do the same. They are ready for needs to be met.
Hopping down, my legs begin to tingle. Sensation returns. Aches in my back scream at me for being still for so long. It was worth it.
The leader glances back at me, impatient. A single word emits from his mouth demanding me to follow.
“Meow!”
“Fine, fine. I am getting up. Food, water, and treats are on the way.”
