[Rainbowfox Ari]

The men continued kicking and hitting the boy that was curled up on the ground. By now, there would be small blood-spatters on the ground, telling to the fact that the beating was more than just 'discipline'. The boy was bleeding, and now he wasn't moving anymore, simply lying there limp, not even protecting himself with his arms.

Another man came out to try and disperse the crowd, shoving other men left and right to get to the bundle on the ground. He knelt down, and looked at the small, crumpled form.

"Well shit." the man said with a harsh exhalation of breath. "You guys really did a number on the kid, didn't you? Not that I blame you. Filthy thieving feline. I should have sold you ages ago."

He pulled the catboy to his feet, and harshly dusted him off. Only, the boy's legs didn't seem to want to work, and he collapsed back to the ground, hitting his head with a harsh crack. The man turned explosively angry, and kicked the boy in the ribs in frustration.

"DAMN YOU GUYS! You broke him! The cheapest kid I've bought in years, and you broke him. NOW what am I going to do for help around the factory, eh? EH?! Any one of YOU want to volunteer?!"

He gave the kid another kick, and turned, crossing his arms, and giving the rest a glare of utter death until they fully dispersed, then turning to look at the pitiful collapsed heap that HAD been his slave.

"Great. Just fucking great."