Bought by a Human, Collared Fox Girl Rose Yearns for Gentle Touch, Will She Find Solace or Further Pain?

Fingers traced the cold metal of the collar around my neck. She want to cry.

Sunlight, warm and hazy, filtered through the unseen window, painting dust motes dancing in the air. Rose knelt on the floor, her bare skin kissed by the gentle light. Long, silky blonde hair, the color of spun gold, cascaded around her, framing a face of delicate beauty. Her blue eyes, wide and innocent, held a hint of questioning uncertainty. The dark leather collar, stark against the pale skin of her throat, seemed at odds with the ethereal quality of her features. Attached to it, a heavy chain lay coiled on the floor, its metallic gleam a harsh contrast to the softness of her form. She shifted her weight slightly, the movement drawing attention to the delicate curve of her breasts. A faint blush colored her cheeks, a mixture of shyness and anticipation. She scared from him because he is human. Human kill her father and raped her mother.