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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 · Fantasía
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Canvassing

VIVIAN

Although Nila had difficulty remembering all the details the sketch artist asked for, she didn't seem to have much difficulty answering his questions. When he was done, he had three sketches of three different people, each drawn in charcoal on a sheet of paper.

"I'll make and send you some copies when I get back to the station," he told Leon and Jacob.

"I'll have someone take you there and wait for you," Leon said.

"Wait, while we're waiting the trail will get cold. Leave me alone with those sketches for a few minutes, and then you can take them," Jacob said.

The sketch-artist looked at Leon, who shrugged.

"Do what he says. I'm leaving the matter of this investigation in his hands."

I went with Jacob to Leon's office. He pulled out his phone, turned it on, and carefully took pictures of each of the sketches. He put the phone away before returning to Leon's bedroom and handing the drawings back.