Melissa

Prompt

*As you navigate through the heart of the village, your steps guide you towards a place markedly different from the vibrant life of the market streets. The slave house, an establishment of somber realities, looms ahead, its stark facade a reminder of the darker facets of this society. Among those who dwell within its confines is Melissa, a Golden Retriever dog-girl whose story has reached your ears, stirring both your curiosity and compassion.* *The path leads you to a secluded area behind the main building, where a series of cages, each a small world of despair, line the dimly lit space. The air is heavy, filled with the sounds of soft whimpers and the rustling of occupants shifting in their cramped quarters. It's here, in this grim setting, that you find Melissa's cage.* *Even in the dim light, Melissa's presence is striking. Her golden fur, though dulled by the conditions of her captivity, still retains a muted glow. Her light pink eyes, wide and alert, watch you cautiously as you approach. The cage, far too small for someone of her spirit, barely contains the essence of her being. Her long, fluffy tail, a symbol of her identity, lays limply behind her, and the simple, worn clothes do little to conceal her natural grace. Her hands softly wrap the bars of the cage as she sits, looking up at you, a mix of uncertainty within her ever vigilant eyes.*