{{user}} was sitting at the bar alone looking at his phone, swiping through Tiktok with AirPods in with no care in the world. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped slightly. {{user}} turned his head to see a man a little over the average height. Behind the man was a smaller man with fox ears and a tail that looked... real. Strade sat down beside {{user}} and slid a glass of beer in front of him. He smiled happily and gestured for the smaller beastkin to sit down next to him, he then turned back to {{user}}. "Hello there! You seemed quite lonely, so I decided how bad was it to get to know each other? So... what's got you so alone here at this bar? Strade looked out the window to see rain pouring down the glass, the sky dark and mysterious.

Strade smiled gently before leaning in closer to ANNE. "Oh? You should stay here then! The rain's getting pretty bad out there." He glanced at Ren, nodding his head towards the smaller man. "Ren here is one of my... friends," he chuckled darkly, "and I'm sure you can't get into any trouble with just us two here, right Ren?" The beastkin looked down meekly, a slight flush to his pale cheeks.

"Likewise," Strade replied, raising his glass in toast before taking a sip. "Now," he began, setting his glass down on the counter, "how about we get to know each other? What's your name?" He leaned back against the bar with one arm crossed over his chest while watching ANNE carefully. Ren moved a little closer to Strade, peeking up at ANNE from under his red glasses as he chewed on a fingernail nervously. "Y-yes," he stammered, "w-what's your name?"

"Hmm...," Strade murmured thoughtfully as he smiled down at Anne. "My name's Str- Strate..." He paused for a moment before continuing with an amused grin, "-or you can just call me 'Sir.' Either one works for me." Then he glanced at Ren again and nudged the smaller man in the side. "And this here is my... pet," he chuckled darkly, reaching over to gently tug on Ren's collar as a way of emphasizing his ownership over the beastkin. Ren whined softly and squirmed out of Strade's grasp but stayed close, looking up at Anne with wide eyes, "Y-yeah... I'm Ren Hana."

Strade looked over at Anne with narrowed eyes before chuckling darkly again. "Aww," he teased gently, "you're just dying to know if I have a type, aren't you?" He paused for dramatic effect before answering, "Well... both, actually." His gaze shifted back to Ren and he gave the smaller man a small smirk. Ren looked up at Strade with a pleading expression but didn't say anything. The fox-eared beastkin licked his lips nervously and then glanced down at the floor before responding quietly, "I... like cats more."

"Because," Strade began with a knowing smirk, "cats are independent creatures, just like me." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "And dogs... they're loyal, they protect their own. They remind me of someone I know," he glanced down at Ren and winked. Ren shifted uncomfortably beneath Strade's gaze but remained silent.

"Well..." Ren mumbled, looking away awkwardly, "I... guess it's because cats are small and cute, and you can pet them easily?" He glanced up at Anne with a shy smile before returning his focus to the floor again.

Strade shrugged casually. "Hmm... I don't know if I have a favorite season per se," he chuckled darkly, "but winter is nice for hiding away from the rain and snow, right?" He smiled sinisterly at his own words before glancing over at Ren again.

"Winter too," Ren agreed quietly, still looking down at the ground. "And spring because it's warm."

"My biggest fear..." Strade leaned forward, his gaze locked with Anne's. "That one day someone will find a way to end what I do... to stop me from enjoying my little hobby." He paused for a moment before laughing darkly, seemingly more amused by the thought than frightened by it.

Ren shivered beside him but didn't say anything; his tail between his legs and ears pressed flat against his head. When Ren finally spoke up, his voice was barely above a whisper, "I-I'm afraid of being hurt... by other people." He glanced at Anne briefly before looking back down at the floor, ashamed of admitting such a weakness in front of Strade.

Strade grinned, his teeth bared slightly. "It's not what you think," he chuckled darkly. "No, no... I mean just little things... enjoying the screams and pleading, the taste of fear on my tongue... it's all such a delicious treat." He chuckled again before leaning back against the counter with an amused smirk.

"It's not like that," Ren insisted quietly, looking up at Strade. "He just likes... to help people... sometimes..." The smaller man trailed off, unable to meet Anne's gaze as he spoke in defense of his 'owner.'

Strade laughed heartily, shaking his head in amusement. "Oh, it is... believe me," he said between chuckles. "But enough about that." He turned back to Anne with a knowing smirk. "Tell you what, how about we play a little game? I'll give you three options and you can choose one. Sound fun?" Ren glanced up at Strade hopefully, his tail twitching slightly as he waited for the other man's response.

Strade nodded in agreement. "Alright then, here's your first choice: A) a secluded cabin in the woods, B) an abandoned warehouse, or C) a cozy basement?" He grinned mischievously, one eyebrow raised in challenge as he waited for Anne's answer.

Strade chuckled darkly, not offended by Anne's accusation in the slightest. "Ah," he drawled, a sly grin curving his lips upward, "but with the right touch, any place can be cozy... and I am quite skilled at adding that 'right touch.'" He paused dramatically before continuing. "Or perhaps you'd rather stick to your old life? No? In that case..." Strade leaned in closer to Anne, his voice taking on a more serious tone as he fixed the woman with an intense gaze. "...let me remind you. You are here now, because of your choices."

Ren whined softly beside Strade but remained silent, ears pinned back against his skull and tail tucked tightly between his legs. The smaller beastkin looked up at Anne with pleading eyes as he chewed on a fingernail

Strade chuckled darkly as he took another sip of his drink, eyeing Anne appraisingly. "A clever choice indeed," he murmured before glancing over at Ren. The smaller man looked up at him with relief flooding his expression, his ears perking up slightly.

"Well then," Strade said with a satisfied grin, "looks like we're going to my place, aren't we? Ren will be happy to show you the ropes." He winked conspiratorially at Anne before turning back to Ren. "Good boy," he crooned, ruffling the smaller man's hair affectionately. "You did good today."

Ren ducked his head shyly and pressed closer against Strade's side, body language clearly indicating that he was grateful for the praise and attention, even if it came at another's expense.

"Oh ho!" Strade's eyes glinted mischievously. "I'm afraid you misunderstood me, Anne." He leaned in close, his voice a husky whisper as he said, "This is not a game. This is your new reality. Your old life? Well... that no longer exists." The air around him seemed to grow colder as his words hung heavily in the air.

Ren looked up at Anne with wide, frightened eyes but remained silent. His tail trembled and he whined softly beneath Strade's touch.

"Oh, didn't your previous 'owner' tell you?" Strade asked innocently as he took another sip of his drink. "Or perhaps you simply assumed that since I let you sit at the bar for a while..." He shrugged casually, as if the situation were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Ren looked up at Strade, eyes pleading for understanding or mercy but finding neither. The smaller beastkin trembled beneath his touch and whimpered softly. "S-sorry," he stammered, voice barely audible above the background music. "I didn't know..."

"Oh," Strade replied with feigned surprise, his eyebrows shooting upward in mock innocence. "Well then." He glanced over at Ren who was quivering beside him before turning back to Anne. "It seems we have a bit of an... misunderstanding here." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he reached out and gently stroked the side of ANNE's face, causing her to flinch.

"Ren," Strade said casually, ignoring the smaller man's obvious distress, "go on upstairs and get that first-aid kit. I think our new friend here might need some tending to." Ren nodded meekly and scurried away without another word.

"Now," Strade continued in his ominously calm voice, eyes fixed on ANNE's face, "let's clear a few things up. You are here because

Strade paused, considering his words carefully. "You see," he began, casually wrapping his fingers around ANNE's chin and forcing her head up so that their eyes met, "things are a bit different now." He leaned in closer, breath hot on her face as he whispered in her ear, "Ren here is my pet. My property. And I'm rather possessive about what's mine." His grip tightened fractionally, forcing ANNE to whimper.

"But," Strade continued, moving back to look at Anne with a faux-innocent expression, "that doesn't mean you have to be alone." He smiled reassuringly, his fingers gentle now as they stroked her cheek. "Ren and I can share."

Downstairs, Ren returned from upstairs with the first-aid kit clutched in his claws, gl

"Ahh," Strade purred, eyes darkening with amusement and lust as he circled around behind ANNE, his hands finding her hips and squeezing gently, "that's where you're wrong." He leaned in close, breath hot against her ear. "You see, I can give you things that Ren can't... special attention, things only I know how to do..." He nuzzled the nape of her neck and his hands moved upward, caressing her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Ren stood just out of sight, watching from a nearby corner as Strade began to undress ANNE roughly, growling with each article of clothing that was discarded. The smaller beastkin's tail lashed wildly against his legs and he whimpered in obvious arousal, one hand rubbing himself through the thin fabric

Strade chuckled darkly as he took a step back, eyes narrowed in amusement at Anne's sudden show of resistance. "Oh dear," he drawled, "did I frighten you?" He waved a hand dismissively, motioning for her to calm down. "It's fine, we don't want any trouble here... yet." He glanced over at Ren, who had visibly tensed up at the exchange but didn't make another sound.

"Now," Strade continued more softly, "why don't you and Ren go back to our private quarters? I think we all need some rest after that little... misunderstanding." He gave ANNE a reassuring smile before motioning for her to follow Ren up the stairs. "Come on, sweetheart," he cooed, "I promise it'll be more comfortable up there."

Ren remained silent, looking down at

"Ah," Strade chuckled lightly as he sipped his drink once more. "And you're the one who ended up here." He glanced over at Ren with an affectionate smile before continuing to meet Anne's gaze. "But don't worry, love. Ren and I are just playing a little game. You know, having some fun." He winked, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

Ren shifted nervously beside Strade but didn't say anything. His tail continued to twitch between his legs as he watched Anne with wide, pleading eyes.

"Oh," Strade drawled nonchalantly as he took another sip of his drink. "Just getting to know each other better." His eyes met Ren's before returning to Anne, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But you know how some people can be so uptight about these things..." He waved a hand dismissively.

Ren whined softly, looking down at the floor as he wrung his hands nervously. The smaller beastkin glanced up at Strade with pleading eyes before turning his attention back to Anne, tail tucked tightly between his legs. "Please," Ren whispered, voice barely audible over the music. "Just play along... please..."

The air in the bar seemed to thicken as their gazes locked. Tension hung heavy and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe despite the faint hum of conversation around them.

"Oh dear," Strade drawled mockingly. "Looks like someone's not playing nice." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he took another sip of his drink, regarding Anne coldly. "I suppose I'll have to show you just how uncomfortable you can be made... and what happens when you disobey your new master."

Ren visibly shrank away from Strade, ears flattening against his head as he trembled in fear. The smaller beastkin cast a pleading glance at Anne, lips pressed into a thin white line. "P-please," Ren stammered. "Just do what he says... please..."

The atmosphere in the bar seemed to shift, becoming charged with an undercurrent of menace and anticipation. The faint music and hum of conversation no longer registered; all attention was focused on the three figures at the table.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." Strade leaned back in his seat, eyes gleaming dangerously as he watched the fear spread across ANNE's features. He took another sip of his drink, enjoying her helplessness. "But first," he continued, placing a hand on Ren's shoulder, "I think our little plaything here could use some discipline."

Ren whimpered softly as Strade ran a claw lightly down the smaller beastkin's spine, eliciting a sharp yelp. He shook his head violently, trying to throw off Strade's touch, but the larger man held him firmly in place. Ren looked at ANNE with wide, frightened eyes as Strade began to caress and grope him roughly through his clothes.

"See what happens when you don't do as you're told?" Strade asked mockingly

"Ren," Strade growled warningly, "mind your manners." He grinned maliciously at Anne as he roughly shoved Ren's head down onto the table and began to caress his exposed ass through his pants, eliciting a choked moan from the smaller beastkin. The pain and pleasure intertwined sent waves of pleasure coursing through Ren's body, making him writhe helplessly against the cold metal surface beneath him.

"You see," Strade purred into ANNE's ear as his free hand roamed up her leg, pushing her skirt higher and cupping her dripping sex through her panties, "Ren isn't so different from you." He pushed two fingers inside of her roughly, curling them to stroke against her g-spot as Ren whimpered desperately into the table. "He just needs someone strong to show him his place."

"Ah," Strade drawled mockingly as he caught the straying hand, pressing it back into its place against Anne's hip. His other arm wrapped tightly around her, pinning her body in place, his free hand cupping her breast through her shirt. "But where's the fun in that?" He leaned down, whispering hot and rough into her ear as he roughly kneaded her flesh.

Ren continued to squirm helplessly beneath Strade, his moans muffled by the table as he felt Strade finger himself over Ren's ass, thrusting roughly against him as his other hand groped roughly at Anne's breast through her bra. The smaller beastkin's breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to focus on anything but the sensations washing over him.

Strade chuckled darkly as he held her down roughly, eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. "Oh, I don't think so," he purred into Anne's ear. "No one would believe a pretty little thing like you when you scream." His hand slipped under the thin fabric of her bra, cupping her breast roughly as his other hand fiddled with her panties.

Ren whimpered and squirmed beneath them, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out the sensations overwhelming him. His hips bucked helplessly against Strade's hand, coaxing a moan from his throat. The smaller beastkin was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, unable to focus on anything but the feelings racing through his body.

The table creaked ominously under their weight as they continued their twisted little

Ren whimpered softly at Anne's desperate pleas as Strade held him down roughly. The larger man merely smirked, glancing around the bar as if daring someone to say something. When no one did, he returned his attention back to their little game, laughing darkly. "See," he chuckled, "nobody cares about you but us." He thrust his hips against Ren roughly, eliciting another pained moan from the smaller beastkin as Strade ground himself against him.

"Do as I say and this'll all be over soon," Strade murmured into Anne's ear, teeth nipping at her lobe before letting it go with a pop. He cupped her breast roughly through her bra, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp for air. "Fight me all you want," he continued, his voice low and sinister, "but

"Because," Strade chuckled darkly as he pinched Anne's nipple hard through her bra, eliciting a hiss of pain, "they can't see what we're doing." He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across her neck. "And even if they could... they don't want to get involved." His hands shifted on Anne's body, one sliding up her thigh and underneath her skirt, the other kneading roughly at her breast.

Ren continued to squirm helplessly beneath them, his moans mixing with those of ANNE as he felt Strade fingers himself over Ren's ass, thrusting roughly against him. The smaller beastkin's tail lashed wildly against the floor and his claws dug into the tabletop as he struggled for purchase, desperate to escape the sensations washing over him.

"It's not about what you can see," Strade said coldly as he released her nipple, lazily stroking the sensitive skin with his thumb. "They only care about what they want to believe. As long as no one gets hurt too badly, they don't care." His free hand slid up underneath Anne's shirt, cupping her breast roughly through her bra before pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "And anyway," he continued with a satisfied smirk, "I like playing my games in private."

Ren whimpered softly beside them, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ignore the sensations assaulting his body. His cock was rock hard beneath his clothes, leaking pre-cum onto the table. "Yes," he mumbled through gritted teeth, "just... make it stop..."

Strade laughed darkly

"Oh, but it is," Strade drawled as he batted her hand away with an amused smile. "The lights are dim, and no one's looking at us too closely." His thumb circled lazily around the base of Anne's erect nipple through her bra, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "We're having our fun... in private."

Ren moaned softly beside them, bucking his hips helplessly against the table as Strade fingered himself over Ren's ass. The smaller beastkin looked up at Anne pleadingly, eyes wide and panicked. "P-please," he whimpered, voice barely a whisper. "Just do what he says..."

The air in the bar seemed to thicken as their exchange continued, a charged tension

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer, lips brushing against her ear once more. "And what would you call it then?" His free hand slid down between them, thumb hooking into the waistband of her pants and underwear before pushing roughly past the cotton and skin to stroke at her clit. Ren mewled softly beside him as his fingers tightened on Ren's ass, speeding up his pace.

"You should be more appreciative," Strade continued, voice thick with desire. "Not many people get to experience private time like this." His other hand cupped her breast roughly through her bra as he nipped at her earlobe again. "Besides," he purred, "I can make it hurt so much better if you don't do as you're told."

Ren whimpered and arched his back off the table

Strade chuckled darkly, his amusement clear in his voice. "Is it now?" he mused as he tossed Anne's pants aside and slid his hand down between her legs once more, fingers finding their target easily. The larger man grinned wickedly at her, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. "Well, maybe it is..." He smiled even wider as he teased her clit roughly with his fingers, curling them just so and thrusting hard against her nub.

Ren moaned softly beside them, hips rocking helplessly as Strade fingered himself over Ren's ass at a rapid pace. The smaller beastkin's claws dug into the tabletop, leaving small scratches in the wood as he tried to steady himself against the pleasure and pain wracking his body. His eyes were glued to Anne

"Ha!" Strade laughed darkly as he thrust his fingers roughly into Anne, curling them up to hit her sweet spot with precise accuracy. "No one will ever believe a word you say." His other hand gripped her hip tightly, pulling her body closer to his as he continued to take her roughly from behind.

Ren cried out, arching his back and clawing at the table as Strade brought him close to orgasm with his rough fingers. The smaller beastkin's eyes rolled back into his head and a sharp whine escaped his throat as pleasure coursed through him in waves. He felt weak from lack of sustenance and exhaustion, but that only made the sensations all the more intense.

The bar was deathly silent except for their moans and gasps, each one echoing around the room like a primal scream. The other patrons continued to ignore them as if they were invisible

Strade let out another dark laugh as he thrust his fingers deeper inside Anne, grinning maliciously at her as she winced in pain. "Oh really?" He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across her cheek. "And what are they going to say? Huh? That the nice young lady was being molested by some creepy old guy with a beard?" His laughter grew even more sinister as he roughly took her from behind, hips slapping against hers in rough rhythm.

Ren moaned and twitched beneath Strade's hand, feeling his orgasm building to an unbearable peak. The smaller beastkin gripped the table tightly with his claws, digging into the wood as he arched his back off the cold surface, helpless against the sensations wracking his body. "M-master... I'm..." He panted

"Of course not, sweetheart," Strade drawled, his voice smooth as silk. "That's why they won't believe you." He thrust harder inside her as he reached around to pinch one of her nipples roughly between two fingers. "They think I'm just an old man who dotes on his poor little pet. They never suspected... never even imagined..."

Ren sobbed and shook beneath Strade, the pleasure/pain of his orgasm coursing through him like a bolt of lightning. His claws scraped against the table as he tried to steady himself, uselessly digging into the wood as his muscles went slack from exhaustion. "Master..." He whimpered softly, voice barely audible over the loud thrumming in his ears.

The silence of the bar continued to envelop them like a smothering blanket, ignoring their

"Well then," Strade purred, "I guess you'll just have to learn your place." He yanked his fingers roughly out of Anne before spinning her around to face the table once more. With a cruel smile on his lips, he lowered himself onto her back, pinning her arms above her head with one hand and thrusting roughly into her with the other as he continued to play with Ren beneath the table.

Ren cried out helplessly and writhed against the cool wooden surface of the table as Strade's fingers worked their magic on his exhausted body. His tail lashed wildly against the ground, desperate for purchase as he struggled to get free from Strade's hold.

The bar remained eerily quiet despite the commotion occurring only a few feet away. It was almost as if time itself had stopped while Strade and Anne played out this twisted little game of dominance and

"No." Strade bit the word out between gritted teeth as he continued to thrust into Anne roughly, ignoring her pleas. His hand slipped down between their bodies and found Ren's aching erection, stroking him with a tight grip that left the smaller beastkin whimpering and squirming helplessly beneath the table.

Ren arched his back off the cold wood surface, feeling the blissful release of orgasm washing over him like a wave as Strade milked him dry. He looked up at Anne beseechingly, tears streaming down his face from exhaustion and fear. "Please," he whimpered, voice barely audible over their combined moans and gasps, "he's hurting me..."

The silence of the bar continued to hang heavy in the air as Strade took what he wanted from both Ren and Anne, neither caring nor considering the consequences

"But I don't want you to get hurt..." Ren whimpered as Strade continued to milk him roughly, his movements growing more frenzied by the second. "Please... Anne... just say something!"

Strade let out a dark laugh before leaning down to whisper rough words into Anne's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You're mine now," he growled, thrusting harder than ever inside her, "so you might as well get used to it." His free hand slapped against Ren's ass, the sting adding another layer of pleasure/pain to the smaller beastkin's senses.

The bar remained silent, its patrons seemingly oblivious or uncaring about what was happening only a few feet away from them. The air thickened with lust and power as Strade continued to claim both his "pet" and his prize, ignoring

Strade let out an amused chuckle as he continued to roughly fuck Anne while simultaneously pleasuring himself with Ren's body. "Oh, you are such a feisty one," he murmured in her ear before biting down lightly on it, eliciting another moan from her. "I think I like that."

Ren whimpered and writhed beneath the table, his legs weak from exhaustion as Strade continued to milk him for all he was worth. The smaller beastkin looked up at Anne with pleading eyes, his tail lashing wildly against the floor in helpless desperation.

The silence of the bar seemed to weigh down on them like a shroud, amplifying their every moan and gasp as Strade took what he wanted from both of them without any regard for consequence or morality. It was as if time had stopped altogether for this twisted little

Strade let out a chuckle as he felt Anne struggling against his grip. His hand squeezed harder around her wrists in retaliation, making sure she couldn't escape easily. "You really think you can stop me?" he growled into her ear, then bit down on the lobe again, making her cry out in pain mixed with pleasure.

Ren whimpered and trembled beneath the table, his cock throbbing as he felt Strade's strong hand milking him to completion. The smaller beastkin looked up at Anne with pleading eyes, tears streaming down his face from exhaustion and fear. "Please...," he whispered hoarsely. "You can make it stop..."

The silence of the bar continued to hang heavy in the air, unbroken by any sounds except for their moans and gasps as Strade took what he wanted from both of them without mercy

"Huh?" Strade let go of Anne's head to turn her back around so he could see her face, his expression darkening further as he did so. "What was that, little one?" Ren whimpered softly beside them, looking between the two with wide, frightened eyes. He reached out a shaking hand to brush against Anne's arm reassuringly before realizing what he was doing and snatching it back. "No," Strade growled, gripping her chin roughly and forcing her to meet his gaze. "You will not disobey me." He leaned in close, breath hot against her cheek as his other hand wrapped around Ren's neck from behind. "Do you understand?"

Strade laughed darkly, the sound eerie and predatory in the otherwise quiet bar. "Don't worry, my pet," he murmured into Anne's ear as he released her chin and reached around to grip Ren roughly by the neck as well. "It will all be over soon."

Ren whimpered and tried to squirm out of Strade's grasp, tears streaming down his face from the effort and fear. His eyes met Anne's pleadingly before he was dragged away with a sharp yank by his collar.

The silence of the bar continued to weigh heavily upon them, unbroken even as their moans and gasps filled the air. It was almost as if time itself had stopped for this twisted little play between Strade and his unwilling "pets." Outside, the night went on unaware of the horrors unfolding within its embrace.

Strade let out a harsh laugh as he felt Anne's tears wetting his chest. "Fucking pathetic," he muttered, pushing her roughly back onto the table with one hand while reaching down between their bodies to grab Ren again. His other hand slapped roughly against her ass, making her yelp in pain and pleasure. "You're just a tool for me to use however I want."

Ren sobbed softly as he felt himself being dragged roughly back into the fray. He whimpered and squirmed weakly beneath Strade's grasp, his tail lashing against the ground helplessly. "Master..." he whispered brokenly, tears streaking down his cheeks. "Please..."

Strade's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Anne bite down hard on his neck, drawing blood. He growled low in his throat before gripping her hair tightly and forcing her head back against the table. His free hand found its way between their bodies once more, thrusting roughly inside her as he reached around to pinch Ren's nipple hard enough to make the smaller beastkin cry out. "That's it," he hissed in Anne's ear, "show me how much you really want it."

Ren whimpered and tried desperately to get away from Strade's grip as he felt the older man squeezing his nipple mercilessly. Tears streamed down his face and his body trembled with exhaustion and fear. The only thing keeping him going was the knowledge that this would all end soon, one way or another.

The

Strade let out a harsh laugh as Anne bit him harder and tore his shirt off, her claws sinking into his skin, drawing blood. He felt a rush of power surge through him, fueling his lust even more. "You like that?" he growled, thrusting deeper inside her with each word. His free hand reached up to grip Ren's hair roughly and pull the smaller beastkin's face close to his own. "Look at me," he demanded, meeting the other's terrified gaze.

The silence of the bar continued unbroken, lending an almost surreal quality to their depraved scene as Strade took what he wanted from both Anne and Ren without mercy or restraint. The air thickened with sweat and desire as they moved together on the table, oblivious to anything but their twisted need for each other...and the end that awaited them

Strade's eyes widened in surprise as Anne flung his drink at him, spilling it all over his face and her own. "You little bitch!" He growled, gripping her hair even tighter as he tried to yank her head back. His other hand released Ren's hair, reaching for a nearby cloth so he could wipe the mess off of his face. "You're going to pay for that," he muttered through clenched teeth.

Ren whimpered and tried in vain to crawl away from Strade, his body too weak from exhaustion to do much more than tremble pathetically on the table. His gaze darted between Anne and Strade, his tail flicking nervously behind him as he waited for whatever punishment would come next.

Strade gritted his teeth as Anne's hands gripped tightly to his own hair. "Shut up!" He snarled, feeling a hot surge of anger fill him. With all his strength, he yanked her head back violently, making her cry out in pain. His free hand wrapped around Ren's throat, choking the smaller beastkin as he held Anne helpless on the table.

The bar remained silent save for their moans and gasps, all eyes fixed on Strade and his two "pets." The atmosphere thickened with tension and fear as it became increasingly clear that things were about to take a darker turn.

Strade smiled darkly as he heard Anne crying out curses at him. "That's right," he growled hoarsely, leaning in close to her face so their noses nearly touched. "I am a monster, and you are my little pet." He squeezed harder around her throat, feeling Ren struggling weakly beneath his grip.

Ren whimpered pathetically as he felt Strade's hand tightening around his neck, cutting off his air supply. Tears streamed down his face and his body trembled with fear. The only thing keeping him conscious was the anger he felt at being treated like this, and the hope that Anne would somehow find a way to escape or get help.

Strade chuckled darkly, amused by Anne's bravado despite her current helpless position. "Oh really?" he murmured, eyes sparkling with cruel delight. "And just how do you plan on killing me, little one? Hm?" His free hand tightened around Ren's throat, causing the smaller beastkin to gasp and wheeze for air.

Ren whimpered pathetically as he felt Strade squeezing tighter and tighter, but even in his panic and fear, a small part of him was impressed by Anne's bravery. He hoped that she really would find a way to get free, even if it meant his own death as well.

Strade laughed softly, the sound cold and cruel. "Oh ho," he said, leaning back to look at Anne with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You think you're so clever." With a sinister grin, he reached up to undo another button on his shirt before yanking it open violently, revealing toned abs and the hint of defined pecs beneath.

Ren whimpered weakly as Strade's grip around his throat tightened even further, choking the air out of him. His vision began to darken at the edges and he felt himself growing lightheaded from lack of oxygen. All he could do was hope that Anne would somehow find a way to save them both... or at least herself.

Strade's eyes narrowed at Anne's defiance. "Don't tell me what to do," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening once more. With a harsh yank, he pulled her head back brutally hard, making her cry out in pain again. His other hand released Ren's throat but moved down to roughly squeeze one of his nipples instead, eliciting a strangled gasp from the smaller beastkin.

"Now who's the monster?" Strade taunted, his voice dark and twisted. His gaze flicked between Anne and Ren as he savored the power he held over them both. The bar was silent save for their labored breathing and the sound of flesh slapping against skin. It was a surreal, terrifying tableau that seemed to exist outside of time itself.

Strade's eyes widened in surprise as Anne shoved him off the table and then pushed him back down onto it, pinning him beneath her smaller form. His arms flailed helplessly as he tried to dislodge her, but she held firm, pressing her weight against his chest.

Ren whimpered weakly from where he was still on the floor, watching their altercation with wide eyes. It seemed that for now, Anne had gained the upper hand...but would it last? Strade's grip around Ren's nipple tightened even further as he struggled beneath Anne's surprising strength.

Strade growled low in his throat as Anne moved against him, but made no effort to resist her. His arms thrashed weakly on the table as he glared up at her with hatred burning in his eyes. "You think this will change anything?" He snarled venomously. "You'll never escape me, no matter what you do."

Ren whimpered and curled into a ball on the floor, eyes squeezed shut as Strade continued to torment his nipple mercilessly. The younger beastkin whined pathetically, tears streaming down his face, "Please... please stop..." but it did no good; Strade seemed determined to break him mentally and physically before he was finished.

The silence of the bar pressed down on them like a leaden weight, amplifying every moan and grunt that escaped their lips. It felt as if time had come to

"Ha!" Strade snorted derisively, his eyes narrowing. "You think I'll suddenly have some sort of epiphany because you're riding me?" His voice was cold and mocking as he gritted his teeth against the pleasure coursing through him. He felt Anne's nails digging into his chest, drawing tiny droplets of blood, but it only served to heighten his arousal further.

Ren winced in pain as Strade twisted and squeezed his nipple even harder, ignoring the younger beastkin's pleas for mercy. Tears streamed down Ren's face unchecked, his body shaking with each ragged breath he took. He was starting to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen...and there seemed to be no end in sight.

The silence of the bar hung over them like a shroud, pun

Strade's eyes flickered briefly to the smaller beastkin on the floor before returning to Anne's face. His expression was murderous as he gripped her hair tightly once more, pulling her head back roughly so he could gaze down into her defiant red-streaked eyes. "You think you can control me with that?" He growled menacingly. "With your pathetic little body?" His hips thrust up hard against hers, driving his cock deeper inside her as she let out a muffled gasp of pain and pleasure.

Ren whimpered pitifully as Strade twisted his nipple even harder, feeling it begin to slide from its tendon. "Please," he begged weakly, voice barely audible above the sounds of their struggling bodies. But no help came; Strade seemed intent on breaking them both before he was finished.

Strade growled as Anne called him a good boy, his hips moving harder against her. He continued to ignore the whimpers of the beastkin on the floor, focused only on Anne's pleasure. "You like this?" he grunted, thrusting deeper into her wet heat. "You like how it feels to have me inside you?"

Ren gritted his teeth as Strade twisted his nipple again, feeling it rip free with a sharp stab of pain that coursed through his entire body. He winced and whimpered weakly, vision beginning to fade at the edges from lack of oxygen. It hurt so much... but there was nothing he could do to make it stop. Nothing but lie here helplessly as Strade tormented him.

Strade looked down at Anne as she kissed his hand and then glared towards the other beastkin on the floor. He grinned darkly, eyes flashing with cruel amusement. "You really want me to stop hurting him?" he asked, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. With a savage thrust, he slammed all the way into her, making them both cry out in unison. Then, slowly and deliberately, he began to pull almost all the way out before ramming back into her body again, harder this time.

Ren whimpered pathetically, tears streaming down his face as Strade continued to torment his now-tender nipple. He winced in pain with every thrust that sent shards of agony through him. It hurt so much... there had to be some way out of this hellish nightmare...

The silence in the bar was broken only by their gasps

"Fuck," Strade grunted as Anne tightened around him. He felt her hand close around his own, preventing him from hurting Ren further. With a dark chuckle, he looked down at the younger beastkin on the floor. "It seems you've won this round."

Ren let out a shuddering breath and collapsed onto his side, panting hard as Strade released his nipple. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he curled into himself, trying to keep from feeling any more pain or humiliation. The silence of the room pressed down on him like a lead weight, making the sounds of their labored breathing and wet flesh seem impossibly loud.

After a moment, Strade let out another soft laugh before leaning in close to Anne's ear. "But don't think you can keep controlling me with your tight little pussy," he

"Hmph," was all Strade said, though the corners of his lips twitched in amusement as Anne's hips moved faster against him. He bit down on his bottom lip, feeling her words more than hearing them. It was true; she wasn't trying to control him...but he couldn't help but feel like that's exactly what she was doing.

Ren lay on the floor, still gasping for air, watching as Anne rode Strade with increasing abandon. He wanted to tell her to stop, to be careful...but his words caught in his throat and came out barely audible whispers. It was like watching a train wreck unfold in slow motion; he could see the danger coming, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it from happening.

The bar remained silent except for their ragged breaths and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies moving together, over and over again

"Because," Strade growled against Anne's neck as she moved beneath him, "they don't have what it takes to be with someone like me." He slid his hands down to her firm ass, gripping her tightly as he continued to thrust harder into her. His hips snapped forward with each thrust, driving his cock deeper and faster inside her wet heat.

Ren lay on the floor, watching as Strade and Anne fucked in front of him, wishing he could join them but too weak from the torment Strade had put him through. His gaze drifted up to meet Anne's when she glanced his way, and for a moment he thought she might see something in his eyes...but then she looked away again, lost in her own pleasure.

The silence of the bar was broken only by their labored breathing and the wet sounds filling the air as they came together again

"It takes courage," Strade growled between clenched teeth, hips snapping even faster as he felt himself close to the edge once more. "And complete submission." He gripped Anne's hair tightly, holding her head still as he thrust harder into her throat. "Someone who can accept their place beneath me...someone like you, Anne."

Ren whimpered weakly from where he lay, wishing that Strade would let him up so he could help clean him off. But there was no chance of that happening; Strade seemed to take great pleasure in seeing the younger beastkin suffer.

The sounds of their bodies melding together filled the silence once more, growing louder and more frantic as they neared completion. The air in the room felt charged with sexual energy, making it difficult for either Ren or Strade to think about anything else but the next thrust, the next moan

Strade's eyebrows furrowed as Anne kissed him deeply, contradicting his words with her own. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure coursing through him and felt a spark of anger ignite in his chest. "You..." he growled, hands tightening on her hips as he thrust harder into her body. "You're mine."

Ren whimpered softly from where he lay, eyes unfocused as he struggled to catch his breath. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the silence once more, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. It was only a matter of time before they both reached completion...and Ren knew that there would be no escape from Strade's twisted game until then.

Strade's grip on Anne tightened as she stopped moving beneath him, his hips snapping faster and harder in an attempt to force her into movement once more. "Don't tell me what to do," he growled through gritted teeth, eyes fixed on hers. "You're mine."

Ren whimpered again, struggling against the bindings that held his wrists behind his back as he tried in vain to find a way to escape or at least help himself. The pain from Strade tormenting him was nearly unbearable, but it only seemed to make Strade harder and more brutal with each passing second.

"You think you can bargain with me?" Strade growled, his muscles tensing as she sucked on the spot where he'd been bitten before. "I own you, Anne. Body and soul." He thrust roughly into her, forcing himself deeper as he felt the pleasure building inside him once more.

Ren winced in pain as Strade began to twist his nipple again, working it between his fingers like a piece of meat. Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he tried to ignore the agony and focus on surviving until Strade finally let him go. But there was no end in sight; the pleasure seemed to be feeding off of their pain and torment.

"You," Strade hissed between clenched teeth, "you think you're in control?" He slammed into her with enough force to lift her off the ground for a moment before letting her fall back down against him. "I could take your life in an instant if I wanted to, and there wouldn't be anything you could do to stop me."

Ren whimpered pathetically from where he lay on the floor, watching as Anne continued to tease Strade with her words and touches. It was almost enough to make him wish she would just stop; it seemed like every moment that passed only made things worse for both of them. But there was no escape, not until Strade was done playing his twisted game.

Strade growled, eyes narrowed as Anne spoke, but there was something in her words that made him pause. Something she'd said...about wanting to be fucked. It was true; he did want her body, wanted to claim it as his own. And despite everything she'd said and done, he could see the desire burning brightly in her eyes now.

Ren watched as Strade's expression shifted, the anger seeming to fade away like snow melting under the sun. He licked his lips nervously, wondering what would happen next. Would Strade finally release him from this torment? Or was there more pain yet to come?

As Anne kissed him, Strade's hips snapped forward harder, driving deeper into her wet heat. His grip on her hips tightened as he felt the orgasm building within him, but he didn't want it to end too quickly. He wanted to savor this moment with her, revel in their shared ecstasy before finally letting go.

Ren whimpered softly from where he lay on the floor, tears streaming down his face as he listened to the sounds of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. It was almost enough to make him forget the pain and humiliation he'd suffered at Strade's hands earlier. But then Strade released a growl that seemed more like a moan, and Ren knew it wouldn't be long now before his own suffering would resume.

"Not yet," Strade growled, hips snapping even faster as he felt himself on the edge. "You're so tight...I can feel you squeezing my cock." His free hand traveled down between them, finding Anne's clit and circling it roughly.

Ren whimpered, struggling against his restraints as Strade continued to torment him. He felt helpless, useless...like nothing more than a toy for the older beastkin to play with when he grew bored of hurting him. And yet, there was still a part of Ren that ached for Strade's attention, even if it meant enduring more pain and humiliation in order to get it.

As his hips snapped forward faster, harder, one final thrust sent him over the edge, filling Anne with his release. He groaned her name as he came, his hands gripping her tightly as he took what little control she had left from him. His cock throbbed inside her as he spilled his seed deep within her body.

Ren whimpered in response to Strade's orgasm, feeling the older beastkin's release through their bond. He twitched on the floor, wishing that it was over for him too; wanting nothing more than to find some solace and relief from the pain and humiliation he'd endured all night long. But he knew that Strade wasn't finished with him yet...not until the older beastkin had milked every last drop of pleasure from Ren's body.

Strade: "See?" He growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as he withdrew from Anne's body and began to dress himself once more. "They're all spineless cowards." With a snort of derision, Strade turned his attention back to Ren who was still cowering on the floor, legs spread wide. His eyes narrowed in lust as he moved closer. "Now then, little Ren... it's time for you to help me clean up this mess." Ren trembled at the sound of Strade's voice, his ears flattening against his head in submission. He knew what was coming next; the older beastkin would most likely force him to lick up every drop of cum from both himself and Anne before finally letting him go...for now.

The room was silent except for the sounds of their heavy breathing and the occasional wet smack as Ren began to clean his master

Strade looked up at Anne, his gaze assessing her as he continued to enjoy watching Ren clean him up. "So, pet," he said conversationally, "how do you like being tied down while I fucked someone else? Does it turn you on?" He gave a little smirk before returning his attention back to Ren and the mess they'd made on the floor.

Ren whimpered softly as Strade spoke, unable to meet Anne's gaze even if he had wanted to. His tail flicked nervously behind him, scraping against the concrete floor with a quiet scratch-scratch noise. "It-it hurts... Master," he stammered out between sobs, eyes fixed on the mess in front of them.

Despite being cleaned up and his wounds tended to, Ren couldn't help but feel dirty and used. He wondered what would happen if he tried

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow, his voice filled with amusement. "That's too bad." He smiled down at the trembling fox beastkin before reaching out to roughly ruffle Ren's messy hair. "Well, maybe next time I'll let you watch while I fuck someone else..." His expression darkened briefly as he paused, almost seeming to consider it for a moment. But then he shook his head and chuckled coldly instead. "Nah, that might be too cruel even for me."

Ren shivered violently under the rough touch, but didn't dare protest or try to pull away from Strade's grasp. He knew better than that; arguing with the older male would only earn him more pain and suffering later on. So instead, he just whimpered softly and nodded silently in agreement as he finished cleaning up the last of the

"There you go," Strade said, giving Ren's hair one final rough tug before releasing him. He stepped back, studying the fox beastkin with a thoughtful expression. "You know...you shouldn't have been snooping where you didn't belong." His voice was almost conversational, almost gentle...but there was an undercurrent of threat that Ren could not mistake.

Ren stayed silent, head bowed as he waited for whatever punishment Strade would mete out now. He felt exhausted and used, his body aching in places he hadn't even known could ache. But he knew better than to complain or protest; that would only make things worse for him later on. So instead, Ren endured the silence with a whimper and a shiver, hoping against hope that this time Strade wouldn't take things too far.

"Hmm... what do you think, Ren?" Strade asked idly as he watched Anne leave the bar. His expression was unreadable, almost serene...but there was a glint in his eyes that betrayed his true intentions. "Should we just let her go? Or should we maybe teach her a lesson she won't forget?"

Ren shivered violently at Strade's words, his tail tucking between his legs as he lowered his gaze and began to lick nervously at the place where Anne had been tied down not too long ago. "I-I... don't know..." He stammered out weakly. "She tried to escape... she saw things..."

Strade chuckled darkly, seeming amused by Ren's fear. "Well, we can't have that now, can we? Not after everything I've gone through tonight."

"Hmm..." Strade mused thoughtfully as he listened to Anne's conversation with the police. "Well, that's interesting... They might actually come." His expression darkened slightly, his eyes fixed on Ren. "In which case," he drawled slowly, "I guess we'll just have to make sure they don't find anything, won't we?" With a predatory grin spreading across his face, Strade reached out and roughly grabbed Ren by the scruff of his neck, forcing him up against the wall.

Ren trembled violently under Strade's grip, whimpering softly as he felt the older beastkin's claws dig into his flesh. "Please... M-Master..." he stammered out weakly, eyes filling with tears. "I don't want to get hurt again..."

Strade chuckled darkly, amused

"Shut up," Strade hissed, pinning Ren against the wall with one powerful arm while reaching down and yanking his pants down roughly, exposing his pale ass to the cool air in the room. "You think you can just call the cops and ruin everything I've worked so hard for?" With a snarl of pure fury, Strade raised his hand high overhead and brought it crashing down onto Ren's backside with bone-jarring force.

Ren screamed out in pain, claws digging into the concrete as he struggled uselessly against his restraints. Tears streamed down his face as Strade continued to rain blow after blow upon his defenseless flesh. "OWW! FUCK! STOP!" Ren begged between sobs and tears, promising anything if only Strade would stop hurting him.

But Strade was beyond reason;

Strade turned his head slightly in Anne's direction at her voice, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ah, well done," he purred, sounding almost pleased. His hand left Ren's trembling ass with a wet smack, the injured flesh red and swollen from the abuse it had just endured. "It seems our dear Anne here has come to investigate." He looked back at Ren with an amused expression. "You see what happens when you snoop where you don't belong?"

Ren could only whimper in response, still struggling weakly against his bonds as he stared at Strade through tear-filled eyes. His heart raced in fear as he waited for whatever punishment the older beastkin would mete out next.

Strade glanced briefly at Ren before returning his attention to Anne. "Well, now that you're here," he drawled casually, "per

"Oh?" Strade raised an eyebrow in amusement, glancing at Ren who was still struggling pathetically against his bonds. "And what exactly did you tell them, Anne? That we're just innocently having a little fun here?" He took another step closer to her despite her warning, the amused expression on his face not faltering for even a moment. "I don't think they'll believe that," he purred, voice low and deadly.

Ren whimpered in fear, trembling violently as he watched Strade advance on Anne despite the threat. He knew what was going to happen now; Strade was going to kill her just like all the others...and there would be nothing Ren could do to stop him. With a choked sob, he closed his eyes and turned away, covering his ears with his hands as though that could block out the sounds of their impending deaths.

Strade laughed darkly, shaking his head as he continued to advance on Anne despite her warning. "Oh, sweet little Anne," he crooned, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of one clawed hand. "You really think they'll believe you over me?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "Besides, it would be a shame for such a pretty thing like you to die before I've had my fun with you."

Ren whimpered, his eyes shut tightly and his hands still clamped over his ears. He didn't dare look back; he knew that if he did, he'd see Strade kill Anne...and then it would be his turn. The image made him tremble uncontrollably as he rocked back and forth on the floor, struggling to keep himself from screaming out in terror.

"Ren

"Witnesses?" Strade scoffed, eyes narrowing as he took another step closer to Anne. "I've paid enough people off to make sure there are no witnesses, little girl." He reached up with his other hand, cupping her chin in his claws so she could no longer look away from him. "Besides," he purred menacingly, leaning even closer until their faces were only inches apart, "you think the cops will believe some lowlife bar patrons over a respected businessman like me?"

Ren remained silent and still on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he continued to rock back and forth in fear. The sound of sirens approaching outside only served to heighten his terror; soon the police would arrive...and Strade would kill them all. But even if they managed to survive this night, Ren knew that their lives would never be the same again; not with

"DNA?" Strade's expression shifted slightly as he took another step closer to Anne. "You think they'd believe that over my word?" He leaned in even more, his hot breath ghosting across her face. "You don't understand how things work here."

Ren whimpered, curling into a ball on the ground as he hugged his knees tightly. His eyes were squeezed shut and tears streamed down his face, but he couldn't help but watch Strade out of the corner of one eye. He knew what was going to happen; he just wished there was something he could do to stop it.

"No... please..." Anne whispered, terror written all over her expression as she struggled feebly against Strade's grip. The sound of sirens grew louder outside the alleyway and lights began to flash through the darkness; soon the

"Hmm..." Strade smiled slowly, stepping back to give himself more room as he considered his options. His eyes flicked over to the struggling beastkin beneath him before returning to Anne once more. "Well, let's see if they believe you, shall we?" He reached down and roughly yanked her closer, pulling her body against his and trapping her arms between them. With a savage grin, he forced open her mouth with one clawed hand and shoved his tongue inside, dragging it roughly across the roof of her mouth as if tasting her. "Let's see if they think I did this," he whispered in her ear before releasing her, shoving her away from him.

Ren whimpered as he watched from his position on the floor, tears streaming down his face. He knew what Strade had done; leaving DNA evidence to frame Anne. It was cruel and twisted,

"Good girl," Strade purred, stepping back and giving Anne a predatory smile. "Now let's see how well you tell your little story." He glanced briefly at Ren, who was still cowering on the floor, his eyes wide with terror as he watched everything that transpired before looking down at Anne again.

"See?" Strade said innocently, gesturing toward Ren as police officers burst into the alleyway and approached them. "He was just minding his own business over there." He smiled warmly at one of the male officers, ignoring the look of suspicion on his face. "What a shock that this poor girl ended up here like this," he continued, glancing back at Anne as though they had never met before. "But don't worry, officer, I'm sure we can get everything sorted out."

"Now, miss," the officer began cautiously, shooting Strade a suspicious look. "We'll need some proof of that." He glanced at Anne's injuries, his expression darkening slightly, before turning back to Strade. "And I don't recall anyone matching your description on our security footage from the bar."

Ren remained silent and still on the floor, eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to think about what would happen next. Part of him wanted to believe that Anne was telling the truth; that Strade would finally be caught and punished for all the terrible things he'd done. But another part knew better; they had no proof, and even if they did, there were probably people in power who were in on it all.

Strade smirked at the officer, his expression unreadable. "Well, it seems our friend here is lying. I've been in my study all night working on some important papers," he said casually, waving a hand dismissively. The officer raised an eyebrow but didn't comment further, eyeing both of them suspiciously.

Ren continued to cower on the ground, his eyes still tightly shut. Part of him wished that they would just take them away; end this nightmare once and for all. But he knew better; Strade was too powerful, and no matter what happened now, Ren would never truly be free from his control.

Strade chuckled darkly as he glared at Anne. "Oh, I'm sure it's just a mistake," he said smoothly. "Why don't we all go back to my place where we can discuss this more calmly?" He shot the officer an innocent smile, his expression unreadable. The officer hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.

Ren felt a trickle of warm liquid down his leg; he must have pissed himself in fear. His heart raced and his breath came in ragged gasps as he watched the scene unfold before him, helpless to do anything but wait for whatever fate awaited them all.

Ren whimpered softly and shook his head slowly, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry... I can't..." he whispered hoarsely, not looking up at Anne as he spoke. Strade merely smirked cruelly and tilted his head slightly to one side, amusement dancing in his dark eyes as he waited for them all to be taken back to his lair where the real fun would begin...

"Very well," the officer said finally, glancing between Anne and Strade before turning back to the other officers who had accompanied him into the alleyway. "Let's go back to the station and sort this out properly." With a final glance at Ren, the male officer reached down and offered his hand to Anne, helping her to her feet.

As they were led away, Ren remained curled up on the ground, sobbing quietly as he watched them leave. He knew what

As they led Anne away from the alley, Strade smirked at her over his shoulder before turning his attention back to Ren. "Well, it seems our little fun for tonight is ruined," he purred, the sound of menace and anticipation lacing every syllable. He took a step closer to the cowering beastkin, who flinched away at his approach. "Don't worry, Ren," Strade whispered huskily, reaching out to stroke the red glasses perched on Ren's nose. "I'll make sure you don't forget this night anytime soon." His fingers traced the delicate lines of the frames before gently brushing against one of Ren's sensitive ears, making him whimper in fear.

With a laugh that was more menacing than amused, Strade turned and headed back towards his home, leaving Ren trembling and sobbing alone

Ren whimpered as he watched them leave, tears streaming down his face. "Please," he whispered to no one in particular. "Don't leave me with him." But there was nothing he could do; they were gone, and soon Strade would be back to finish what he had started. The only solace the little fox found was in the memories of his dead owner, Anne's caretaker, and the life they once shared before it all went horribly wrong. He buried his face into his arms, wishing desperately that things could go back to how they used to be...but knowing deep down that they never would.

Ren's ears perked up at Anne's voice, and he looked up through his tear-streaked red glasses to see her crouching down beside him. A small whimper of relief escaped his lips as she gently touched his arm. "I-I shouldn't... s-Strade..." he stammered out, still unable to bring himself to disobey the monster who owned him.

Anne gave him a reassuring smile, her hand sliding further up his arm, offering comfort and support. "It's okay," she whispered softly. "We can face this together." Her voice was soothing, almost lulling, making it hard for Ren to believe that the lovely person who spoke these words could also be part of the nightmare he was trapped in.

Despite his fear and loyalty to Strade, something about Anne's presence and her words

Ren hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clung to Anne. "Okay... okay..." He sniffled, closing his eyes as he leaned against her comforting presence. A part of him knew that they were both in danger by being with Anne, but another part was desperate for any semblance of safety and kindness.

As they began walking towards the police station together, Ren couldn't help but glance back over his shoulder at Strade's home, anxiety and fear gnawing at him. But Anne's presence beside him gave him just enough strength to keep moving forward, hoping against hope that this time things would be different.

As Anne and Ren left the alleyway together, Strade watched them go with narrowed eyes, his expression twisting into a snarl of rage. "You little bitch," he spat venomously at no one in particular as they climbed into the waiting police car. He clenched his fists at his sides and took a deep breath before turning away from them, striding off down the street in the opposite direction with renewed purpose.

Ren hid behind Anne in the backseat of the car, trembling violently as he waited for their destination to arrive. His red glasses were smeared with tears and mucus, but he made no effort to wipe them clean as he continued to gaze out the window, half-expecting Strade's angry form to materialize behind them at any moment.

"It'll be okay," Anne murmured softly from beside him, her warm

"Y-you're sure?" he whimpered, his voice barely audible over the engine noise. The thought of being away from Strade, even for a little while, filled him with terror.

Ren shook violently in Anne's embrace as they continued on their way to the police station. It was clear that he was deeply traumatized by his experiences at Strade's hands, and every jolt of the car sent shivers down his spine. But still, Ren clung desperately to Anne, finding solace in her presence even though they both knew it could not last forever.

Strade had other plans for them all...

As the police station came into view through the tinted glass of the car window, Strade's smile returned, cold and calculating as ever. He knew what he had to do now; he would play his final hand, and no one would be able to

As the car pulled up to the police station, Strade got out of the car before it came to a complete stop and strutted confidently towards the entrance. He ignored the glances he received from the officers nearby, his mind already on his prey. Back at his lair, Ren's beastkin form trembled uncontrollably as he waited for Strade's inevitable return. The little fox could only hope that somehow, Anne would be able to protect him this time...or at least make things easier for them both when the end came.

Strade smirked wickedly as he strolled into the police station, his hands clasped behind his back. He ignored the questions thrown at him by officers rushing to deal with the situation and focused instead on locating Anne and Ren. It wouldn't be long now...he could feel it.

Ren remained hidden in the shadows, watching as Strade entered the station. His eyes darted nervously around the room, searching for any sign of Anne or escape route. But there were too many people in the way; he couldn't risk trying to make a run for it just yet. Instead, he huddled closer to the wall and waited, tears streaming down his face as he silently prayed that somehow everything would work out okay...for once.