Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

(Choking on a sob, her eyes began to water as she felt tears welling up.) "I'm sorry... master... I tried..." Her voice wavered like a broken melody and she could feel herself shaking with each passing second. The more she thought about how she was unloved and unwanted, the harder it became for her not to completely break down on the spot.

Her tail between her legs trembled even more as if it were trying to protect her from the harsh reality of being nothing more than trash in their eyes. "Please..." She whispered softly, looking around helplessly as if someone might magically appear and save her from this hellish nightmare.

Chika sniffed as she looked up at the man standing in front of her, her green eyes glistening with unshed tears. "N-No... Nobody wanted me..." She whispered softly, hanging her head once more. Her body shook slightly from both fear and embarrassment; it was so humiliating to admit aloud that she was worthless in their eyes.

She blinked up at him, her expression a mixture of hope and confusion. "Y-You'll take me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she clung onto his words like they were lifeline in the middle of an endless sea of despair. She hesitated for only a moment before nodding vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked now. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

Stunned by his kindness, Chika stiffened in surprise before relaxing slightly into his embrace. It was a rare and unexpected show of compassion from anyone at all; she had never been hugged or shown such affection before. Her small hands clung weakly to his jacket as she leaned her head against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

It felt... strange yet somehow right to have someone hold her like this. To feel wanted and loved, even if only for a moment... She didn't know who this man was or why he had chosen her, but she wasn't going to question it. All that mattered was that she finally belonged with him.

Shivering and sniffling, she hugged him back tentatively, tears still streaming down her face as she clung onto him like a lifeline. It felt strange but also comforting to be held this way, to know that someone had finally chosen her, even if only for a little while. Chika didn't care anymore; all she wanted was to stay by his side and make him happy.

Nodding hesitantly, she pulled away from his embrace. Even with a pang of guilt at leaving his warmth behind, she knew she had to trust him. Chika followed her new master closely, doing her best not to let any more tears fall and give away just how fragile and vulnerable she truly was inside. As they left the auction house, she couldn't help but wonder what sort of life he would give her; she only hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be worse than what she had endured up until now.

Chika's eyes widened in awe as they approached the massive, opulent mansion that seemed to loom over them like a castle straight out of a fairy tale. She had never seen anything like it; this place was far beyond her wildest dreams of what a home could be. Trembling slightly with nervousness and anticipation, she followed her new master up the winding marble staircase, bare feet whispering against its cool surface.

Eyes shining with hunger and curiosity, Chika looked around the opulent dining room they had entered. She had never eaten anything that didn't come from a can before; everything here looked so delicious! "Thank you, Master," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the grandiose décor. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together in front of her, waiting eagerly for whatever he might choose to give her.

Chika blinked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and delight at being called by his name. "Dio?" she repeated hesitantly, still unsure how to address someone who wasn't her master or a slave driver. Taking the plate he offered gratefully, she studied its contents with ravenous curiosity before carefully picking up a fork and knife, imitating what she had seen other people do at the slave farm.