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“She’s beautiful.” And then, “For a Muggle.”
“That should be expected, given she’s from a rich family,” their companion whispered back from their seat. “Thus, unlike our other test subject, she is more likely to be missed.”
“But her breeding,” the dark wizard said, narrowing their eyes. “It makes her far more ideal, but there isn’t any way for Muggles to trace us to the disappearances. Not here in Japan, nor will the ministry make the connection.”
“Then, you shall have her as your next test subject.”
…
Aizawa Minto tossed another bouquet aside from her ballet performance onto the limo seat as her driver drove her home. “It’s not as if they cost much,” she said, frowning. “Or will last very long.”
“They are, though, your fans.”
Minto let out a sigh before turning to look out the window. A soft breeze blew outside the limo as she rode back to the family estate with her nanny. When they arrived, she left the limo with grace and headed up to her room, changing into her pajamas for bed while the soft wind fluttered her drape.
But then—
She saw a shadow, a shadow that moved quickly. The shadow disappeared from sight, and then—
Minto blacked out, only—
Her eyes opened, her mouth pressing together as she said, “Stop crying.” She turned her head, looking around the archaic jail cell to see who cried.
And then she stiffened at the sight of a girl, nearly naked in the other cell, but even more shocking—
Minto opened and closed her eyes, thinking she ’d imagined the pink hair, the cat ears, and tail, or at the very least what she saw was costume props because some freak decided they had a performance kink, and that’s why she ended up in the situation she was in, but then the tail twitched.
“I’m never going to see my mom and dad again. Or Masaya-san.” She let out another sniff.
A door opened, and the crying got louder as someone came in, but the girl backed away into the corner of her cell, shaking.
“Shut up, you puspin freak.”
“You made me this way.”
The person approached, wearing a mask, still looking at the other girl. “Do we have to remove all your clothes and treat you as suited to your breeding?”
Minto frowned, watching the girl, letting out a sniff.
“You on the other hand…”
Minto turned, realizing they were referring to her.
“Excellent breeding. The experiment should go well with you, better.”
“I don’t want to be a cat,” Minto said firmly.
“We don’t even know if the results will be the same, but if you behave Muggle…”
They didn ’t say it, but she knew. “Not be treated like her, left in my underwear?”
“Well, you’ll need your clothes adjusted for whatever happens.”
“Well,” Minto said. “No point in trying to fight.” She looked at the girl. “Obviously not for ransom. Is this government-sanctioned?” She held her nose in the air. “Get on with it.”
She—
She regretted the decision after the experiment started.
They took her to the room where the procedure would be conducted. She sat there, letting them stick her with a needle, knowing they ’d just chase her down—
And then the burning sensation started, first at the injection sight then spreading through her entire body. She tried remaining standing, to prove herself of proper ilk and breeding simply because she knew this would get her treated more fairly.
The pain in her butt and back, though—
That knocked her off her feet, and she was sure when her vision started clearing, she saw blood, but something under her dress made it so she was in a less than desirable position, thankfully, the one experimenting was a woman, yet they didn ’t seem to care about her beyond her being a test subject, Muggle as she kept being referred to.
But she was given water before being sent back, her clothes adjusted rather than her ending up in just her underwear.
And she still had a bed, she noticed, the bed she woke up on. She frowned. “If you behave…”
“But I don’t want to.”
Minto sighed. “Do you really want to be stuck with just a blanket on the floor, in your underwear, in such filth?”
“I’m not filth!”
Minto frowned. “I didn’t say.”
“They did.”
“Ignore them. Prove you’re above that.” Minto sighed. “What else can we do?”