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Slave to Reality

A catgirl escapes from slavery in her fantasy world to the real world and must learn everything from scratch. Vivian is a catgirl, born in a world in which all beast-kin are considered as nothing more than intelligent animals and are kept as slaves. Her new owner horribly abuses her, but eventually with the help of a friend she manages to escape, and while running for her life she passes through a portal to the real world. There she finds herself trapped in the apartment of young man who must be a powerful mage, considering all the impressive artifacts he possesses, and who kindly teaches her his language and his world. Volume 1 Is about falling into and escaping from abuse. The story gets lighter afterwards. ——————————————— "Please, master, don't do this. I'm your sister!" "Animals and people can't be family! Besides, even if they could, we're not related by blood. Now take off you clothes and get on the bed!" "No!" "Fine, it's you who's asking for punishment." "AAARGH!" ——————————————— "Vivian, even if my world was filled with beautiful cat girls and bunny girls, and every other kind of beast-kin, you'd still be the only one for me. Will you marry me?" "Yes!" ——————————————— "How much for the orange-haired beauty?" "She's not for sale." "How about for rent, then? How much for a night?" "She's not for rent, either." "Come on, you can't expect to walk in here with property like this and not share!" "Vivian, this man is annoying me. Please get rid of him." "Yes master!" "Hey, let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on a human! You can't just throw me out! Ouch!" CRASH.

Moss_Plains · Fantasy
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Complete

In the end we didn't go to another zoo or a theme park, let alone a water park. Instead, Jacob took me to a concert in Tel-Aviv. We had to wear some of our best clothes, as did everyone else in the audience, although I never stopped being surprised at how revealing the women's clothes here were, even the ones that were considered elegant. At the entrance we were told to turn off our phones and remain absolutely silent throughout the performance.

The music was exquisite, entrancing me and making me feel as if my soul was being elevated, until a phone rang. The man who was standing in front of the musicians and guiding their performance angrily slammed his wand against his podium and turned to shout at the offender. When the ringing stopped, the leader took several moments to calm himself before turning back and signaling the musicians to resume playing. After that there were no more interruptions.