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I awoke slowly, uncomfortably. With stiff arms I propped myself some and let out a soft whimper into the dark, unfamiliar room. Where was I? I let out another quiet whine when heard a shuffle ahead of me. It sounded as if someone had changed the position of their footpaw ahead of me in the dark.

I jumped in fright as also from the darkness came an unfamiliar male voice, gruff but not unfriendly. "Awake are ya?" and with that shuffled away, the sounds of his footfalls growing more distant.

Now in silence I became more on edge as I tried to let the disorientation wear off and attempted to figure out what was going on. Some survival instinct I never knew I had seemed to crop up in my still dazed head, and I abruptly realized my mind was using all my senses to provide an answer. I was on edge, yet somehow focused. My brain became organized and fed me easy to understand information, as if my subconscious was narrating my situation:

'Alright Jay: You awoke propped up against a wall in an overly dark, unknown location. There is a very dim light source around the corner. The other fur that had been with me in this room when I had awoken sounded like he went towards it. Must be another room. Maybe a stairwell. This room feels underground, and that light could be for the stairs.' My head was still very much groggy for how alert I felt. This worried me. Had I been drugged or knocked out? How else would I have gotten here and not know where here is? Fear and the unknown gripped me. I felt stiff as if I had reclined in the same position for many hours. I noticed the room smelled softly of... wine? My nose also picked up the very light scent of that other fur- he smelled that he was some sort of canine, but not another fox like myself.

I tried to stand and found my wrists were bound tightly with rope but with much slack. I hadn't noticed this yet, because of the extreme dark. I tried to ignore my anxiety but couldn't; I found myself letting slip a slow, worried whine and felt my ears folding back a bit.

Having just shifted my position, the light source was now partially blocked by a dark vertical object. My intuition told me I was in some sort of cell or cage, and reaching to the left my paw touched a cold metal bar. I was just now starting to grasp the depth of my situation and I whined again.

Bound, in a cage, underground, and no one knows I'm here. In the silence I could feel my heart thumping against my chest, and hear the blood pounding in my ears. My tail lay perfectly still. As I sat I made another discovery: half my clothes were missing. I was just wearing my jeans. The rope around my wrists was tied expertly and wasn't coming off by my own increasingly desperate attempts.

I managed to slowly and stiffly stand up. Had I not felt the strange need to keep as quiet as possible I would've screamed for help.

I held my breath I heard the distinct sound of stairs creaking from around the corner where the light was. Two furs entered. One was the gruff voiced canine I heard earlier, the other seemed like maybe-

A blinding light snapped on over my head. I yelped and slid back down the wall to where I was originally sitting. With my eyes still adjusting I heard the first fur chuckle. "See he does make noise. I was beginning to think you was mute, fox bitch."

My eyes slowly focused in the glare of the bare light bulb and the second fur started to become visible. Yes, I was definetly in a cage, albeit a ceiling high one. Behind the bars stood a rabbit, shorter and much better dressed than the gruff coyote who I was starting to think of as the guard, who was shockingly disfigured by scars.

My ears were fully flattened after what I had heard the guard call me, and I jumped as the rabbit exploded in a temper, rounding on him.

"Shut up! Whadda I pay ya for, blabbing your fat ugly lip any time you feel the need? Go back upstairs, sometimes I think you're the bitch, I shoulda sold your pelt to those damn Slavic Gypsies we worked with last year!"

"Sure boss," he replied coolly and slipped from the room the same way the two had entered.

"Slavic... or Scandinavian... or whatever the hell those ass holes were..." He grumbled to himself, and then turned his attention for the first time fully on me. I whimpered again, his yelling hurting my ears which had been getting used to silence.

"So-ho, what have my boys brought me this time? Russet gold by the looks of it..."

He still hadn't addressed me personally, and I was wondering after what I had just been called if he would. I was unable to meet his eyes, he seemed to radiate an aura of pure dominance, something unusual for his species. I had a million questions buzzing around my head but couldn't even attempt to ask this peculiar and frankly terrifying lupine any.

But to my surprise he did address me: "Welcome to the Mafia, kid. Although you ain't really part of the Mafia, I suppose you're rather defined as..." He thought for a second, "Goods. Or a commodity that needs transfer. This is my operation. You'll do good to keep your mouth as shut as you have." He smirked, turned off the blinding bare light bulb above my head and headed for the doorway where now again my only source of light came from. "Everything will be clear soon. Sleep tight my little goldmine."

* * *

Sleeping didn't feel like an option. I spent a near sleepless night laid against the earthen floor of my cage. The light around the corner was off- it was blacker than any darkness I'd ever experienced down in the basement. The lack of any light at all started to wear on my sanity. I had no idea what time of day it had been since I awoke, which may have been the start of this night. But in all honesty neither my brain nor body could begin to speculate near what hour I existed in at the moment.

My anxiety was not helped by my constant waking up. Lying on a floor with no pillow was extremely uncomfortable and I couldn't stay asleep for very long. I spent the night in limbo, between uneasy wakefulness and uneasy sleep. Eventually the distant light clicked back on and my bleary state quickly turned to full awareness as I sat upright and shivered, wondering what the judgment could be for me today.

The silhouette of the muscular, scarred coyote appeared around the corner and in his right paw he held something long and thin which dangled and jingled. He walked up to the bars and I could see a dim reflection in his eyes, shining. He was looking at me intently as he walked right up to the bars. "C'mere."

With a groan (boy was I stiff) I stood up, slowly making my way to the bars of the cage, an act I had not yet had the bravery to do on my own thus far. I stared into his eyes as I arrived in front of him, and he handed me the object which turned out to be a collar. I felt extremely dominated just by his presence, and feeling his pawpads against mine made me squeak out a pathetic yelp, my ears plastered back in a mix of fear and submission.

"You will wear this collar for the rest of your stay, which will be about a week or so." We continued to stare into each other's eyes.

"I will not." I managed to said firmly, despite the fact I was shaking and whimpering under my breath. I continued to hold the collar in my paw. "That's... humiliating."

I saw his expression change, harden. He looked at me for another second then simply turned and headed back out of the room without another word or backwards glance.

I whined. We both knew I would be wearing it the next time someone came down the stairwell, as if there was an unspoken agreement between us. I had tried to sound forceful but it was a weak attempt- there was an obvious air of deep submissiveness from me that I know the coyote had picked up on. I was on the bottom and I knew it. I was starting to learn my place.

Sighing I put the collar around my bare neck, my bound wrists making it a little difficult. I fastened it snugly. I felt defeated by my own nature. I suddenly had an answer to the "why me?" that had been shooting around my thoughts all through the night. "Why anyone besides me?" I replied to myself aloud. "I'm perfect for this... I'm going to be sold to god knows where and there's nothing I will do to resist or stop this from happening. I'm the perfect victim." I felt like crying but kept it back. I was depressed with what I had just understood and I padded back to my earlier position against the wall, slid down it, and exhausted, fell asleep.

Again I awoke to the light being turned on around the corner. Both of my captors appeared this time, the rabbit again turning on the blinding light above my head (although this time, prepared, my eyes were shut tight when he did so it wasn't as bad) and the coyote hanging back in the shadows. As soon as I opened my eyes, all politeness vanished as my body demanded a request: "Thirsty," I said with a dry throat.

The rabbit narrowed his eyes in mild anger but it wasn't directed at me. "Miz!" He said forcefully as he turned toward the coyote. "You ain't gotten him no water yet? Sheesh, whadda ya playin at? We only want our 'guest' uncomfortable, not miserable..." He turned back toward me grumbling but soon smiled. "Sleep well?"

"No." I responded honestly, and he chuckled. "Sorry, but may I ask who the hell you are?" I sighed, to which he laughed softly some more. I was a bit grumpy from last night's sleep and I felt somewhat more comfortable in saying what I was thinking.

He didn't answer right away, for Miz the coyote had returned with a dog bowl full of water. I scoffed, again a little humiliated, and again feeling very submissive. I stood up and took it anyway, relief flooding my dry throat as I drank several deep swigs. The rabbit waited until I had finished before responding.

"I'm the Don's second oldest child, Sonny. My Dad's been head of the mob since before I was born. I was supposed to be takin over for him around this time in my life but it turns out the Mafia don't really like us gays that much. So my younger brother will be gettin that honor." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "No matter though. Yeah so when I came out as a teenager my old man felt disgraced or somethin. I honestly don't give a rat's ass how he felt, but whatever."

His eyes were shining as if he'd been dying to tell this story to anyone who would listen. And I was interested, desperate to know why I was here, bound and caged.

"Anyway so I still had connections in the Mafia, lots didn't care I came out and some even told me they were gay. But no one in the families knew about them till later they became involved with me. Nobody in power, obviously, but some dumb muscles like Miz here and even some of the guys who had deep Mafia ties that had been part of huge operations. Miz has been my trusted and loyal friend for years, even if he is kinda slow at times.

"So I realized a while back I could start makin some cash through my mafia friends and the power I seemed to have over em. I guess I'm sorta seen as a leader. The gay Don in a way."

Here he chuckled again. I found myself being able to relate to Sonny in some way, despite the small amount of anger and huge amount of fear I felt towards him. Coming out hadn't been easy for me either.

"This is a new opperation, we just started a couple of months ago. You're the third one we've grabbed from the streets, but where the others were moved within a day, you'll be here a week or more. We gotta hold you, our lousy contact who was supposed to be pickin you up picked up some heat from the Bay's finest. But that's how this business is."

"You don't say," I responded smartly, deeply surprised at my daring. "Kidnapping random furs in an effort to sell them is illegal? I would've never thought." I tensed up after I said this, worried at what the consequences might be for speaking that way.

But my captor simply chuckled again. "If you're tryin to make me feel sorry for ya, good luck. With the money I'm gonna get for ya it just won't happen. However- if you stay being a good little foxy prisoner and we don't have any issues with ya I'm willing to let you out of the old wine cellar and you can stay in the house."

My ears perked up a little at this. "Also," he continued, "expect to be gettin fucked a lot here soon. We're all gay in this house and we're sick of bangin each other, so some new tail's gonna be well used in your week's stay. Or your tail I should say." He smiled to himself. "Sex and riches, how great can it get?"

I wasn't so sure I agreed, it seemed I was only guaranteed one of those.