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“It was the cold bite of metal and familiar reverberations of a moving vehicle that pulled Juno from unconsciousness. She groaned in pain as she shifted on the metal surface, feeling the thrumming bruises and burning cuts scattered throughout her body… a light clank sounding with the movement. The clanking of chains. Chains.

Juno shot up from where she lay, whipping her head left and right, desperately trying to scan her surroundings. But her stomach dropped when she was only met with pitch, black darkness—darkness too strong for even her night vision to pierce through.

Where… where am I?

That’s when Juno felt the chains enveloping her body, the weight of them striking true terror into her soul. She reached up to grab at those chains, but something hard and cold snagged at her wrist, pressing painfully into the bone. Hand cuffs, she soon realized, as she pulled at them again and again and again, the chains clanking loudly with each yank. Juno’s lips curled into a terrified frown as she yanked and yanked at the cuffs, a sob breaking through her throat as a tear slipped down her cheeks. She tried to speak, tried to cry out for help, but she felt another piece of cold metal restrain her muzzle, locking her mouth closed. A muzzle, she realized once more, touching at it with her clawed fingertips… she’d been muzzled.

A cold sweat slid down Juno’s bruised back, her fur standing on end as her breathing became shaky and heavy.

What’s… what’s going to happen to me?

A muffled moan sounded from beside her and she lurched up in terror, the chains rattling.

She wasn’t alone…

Like a strike of lightning, her instincts shattered into her mind and strengthened her senses, allowing her to examine her surroundings through her nose. She caught the scent of multiple females inside the metal space with her, all of them of a different species, all of them smelling of perfume and sweat and blood. She was able to hear their quivering sobs over the rumbling of the vehicle’s engine—no… not a vehicle’s engine… a truck’s engine—

There was a loud screech as the truck came to a hard stop. And all the females screamed as they were thrown to the side, the chains screaming with them. Juno slammed into soft, warm fur, yelping in pain as her wrist pulled painfully against the cuffs.

She hoisted herself up, her body aching as she sat back on her bare ass, her tail tucked between her legs. Her ears perked up when she heard muffled voices and heavy footsteps from outside the truck—

Another loud screech sounded, and Juno jumped, staring towards the source of the sound with wide eyes. She could hear the other females’ panicked breathing, the chains clanking as they squirmed on the metal floor—

The truck’s back door roared open, and a bright light pierced into the dark, metal space. Juno whipped her head away from the blinding light, clenching her eyes shut. She felt the floor tilt beneath her as she heard—and felt—a pair of heavy footsteps enter the truck.

Her eyes slowly adjusting to the light, Juno lifted her head and looked towards the owner of the footsteps—

Her eyes went wide at the male lion that stood at the entrance, dressed in layers of tactical gear, a suppressed rifle strapped over his shoulder.

The male lion scanned over all of them with a cold expression, his clawed-tipped hand rested casually on his armed holster. He continued to walk further into the bed of the truck, his every footstep like the pounding of a drum.

Juno watched the lion walk right past her, her thighs clamping down on her tail as she pressed her back into the metal wall. She wanted to escape this place. She wanted to break from the chains binding her and run back to her home, to Cherryton… to Louis. And for a moment, she imagined Louis embracing her and kissing her as she sobbed into his chest, his soft, delicate hands stroking down her back, soothing her, assuring that everything would be okay. But her guilt and shame had her shunning that imagine from her mind, replacing it with the memories of the sins she’d committed.

Convincing herself to devour Louis… convincing herself to eat that piece of meat and destroy her promise to her mother… she didn’t deserve happiness. No, she deserved to die in this place, alone and forsaken”.(с)Elias8807

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Description

New art for our friend
Elias8807
Link To The Story

“It was the cold bite of metal and familiar reverberations of a moving vehicle that pulled Juno from unconsciousness. She groaned in pain as she shifted on the metal surface, feeling the thrumming bruises and burning cuts scattered throughout her body… a light clank sounding with the movement. The clanking of chains. Chains.

Juno shot up from where she lay, whipping her head left and right, desperately trying to scan her surroundings. But her stomach dropped when she was only met with pitch, black darkness—darkness too strong for even her night vision to pierce through.

Where… where am I?

That’s when Juno felt the chains enveloping her body, the weight of them striking true terror into her soul. She reached up to grab at those chains, but something hard and cold snagged at her wrist, pressing painfully into the bone. Hand cuffs, she soon realized, as she pulled at them again and again and again, the chains clanking loudly with each yank. Juno’s lips curled into a terrified frown as she yanked and yanked at the cuffs, a sob breaking through her throat as a tear slipped down her cheeks. She tried to speak, tried to cry out for help, but she felt another piece of cold metal restrain her muzzle, locking her mouth closed. A muzzle, she realized once more, touching at it with her clawed fingertips… she’d been muzzled.

A cold sweat slid down Juno’s bruised back, her fur standing on end as her breathing became shaky and heavy.

What’s… what’s going to happen to me?

A muffled moan sounded from beside her and she lurched up in terror, the chains rattling.

She wasn’t alone…

Like a strike of lightning, her instincts shattered into her mind and strengthened her senses, allowing her to examine her surroundings through her nose. She caught the scent of multiple females inside the metal space with her, all of them of a different species, all of them smelling of perfume and sweat and blood. She was able to hear their quivering sobs over the rumbling of the vehicle’s engine—no… not a vehicle’s engine… a truck’s engine—

There was a loud screech as the truck came to a hard stop. And all the females screamed as they were thrown to the side, the chains screaming with them. Juno slammed into soft, warm fur, yelping in pain as her wrist pulled painfully against the cuffs.

She hoisted herself up, her body aching as she sat back on her bare ass, her tail tucked between her legs. Her ears perked up when she heard muffled voices and heavy footsteps from outside the truck—

Another loud screech sounded, and Juno jumped, staring towards the source of the sound with wide eyes. She could hear the other females’ panicked breathing, the chains clanking as they squirmed on the metal floor—

The truck’s back door roared open, and a bright light pierced into the dark, metal space. Juno whipped her head away from the blinding light, clenching her eyes shut. She felt the floor tilt beneath her as she heard—and felt—a pair of heavy footsteps enter the truck.

Her eyes slowly adjusting to the light, Juno lifted her head and looked towards the owner of the footsteps—

Her eyes went wide at the male lion that stood at the entrance, dressed in layers of tactical gear, a suppressed rifle strapped over his shoulder.

The male lion scanned over all of them with a cold expression, his clawed-tipped hand rested casually on his armed holster. He continued to walk further into the bed of the truck, his every footstep like the pounding of a drum.

Juno watched the lion walk right past her, her thighs clamping down on her tail as she pressed her back into the metal wall. She wanted to escape this place. She wanted to break from the chains binding her and run back to her home, to Cherryton… to Louis. And for a moment, she imagined Louis embracing her and kissing her as she sobbed into his chest, his soft, delicate hands stroking down her back, soothing her, assuring that everything would be okay. But her guilt and shame had her shunning that imagine from her mind, replacing it with the memories of the sins she’d committed.

Convincing herself to devour Louis… convincing herself to eat that piece of meat and destroy her promise to her mother… she didn’t deserve happiness. No, she deserved to die in this place, alone and forsaken”.(с)Elias8807

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