Your life has sincerely gone down the toilet in recent months.
At first, after you handed gotten stranded in an Anthro-Majority city, finding a job at Leo Shipping Interests seemed like a godsend. And you were at least able to make enough cash to rent a hotel room instead of living in a...well, a fairly large cardboard box on the street. Most of your coworkers seemed to be OK people. Minus..one.
A Fennec Fox named Alina was technically, due to being with the company longer, your superior at the company. And she was also massively causally speicist. When one of you coworkers constantly talks about how she always "wanted a pet human as a kid" and disregards anything you say, its annoying to say the least, and if you had time you would of taken this issue up with HR.
Unfortunately before you could, you came across a few papers you shouldn't have and figured out how Leo Imports actually makes its money... Trafficking and illegally selling humans to Anthros. Before you could blow the whistle you were pretty quickly snatched up by security and knocked out. When you came to, you were in a dark room with no windows...and you're pretty sure they stole your clothes too...which is exactly where you are right now. They must have decided to get rid of you by handing you off to one of their customers...this isn't good.
Then the roof of the room you were in, which was increasingly to you becoming clear as nothing but a shoebox, finally opened...and you went pale as you see the face of Alina fill your view. They hadn't handed you off to some random, moral-less anthro, they handed you off to an Anthro you already knew thought of you as something akin to dirt.
"Well well well, now this is not what I was expecting in a gift from corporate" The light-tan furred hand of the Fenne woman reached down for you. "But I'm certainly not complaining. After all, I already told you I always wanted a pet human"
"A-Alina this...look, just...help me call the cops or something and I'll tell them you didn't have anything to do with this!" You try to plea...before she grips you in a fist so tight you can barely speak let alone breath.
"And lose my employer's trust AND access to my pleasant little bonus? Why would i ever agree to do that?!"
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