Kara is torn. One moment killing him seems right. The next she craves him. Dark side and all. Poor pet…
“Pet.” He stalked over to her cage, around to where she sat and crouched down to meet her gaze. She wanted to look away, she should have averted his gaze, but they were so…hungry. “What have you been doing down here all day?” He asked, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands.
“Thinking of ways to kill you.” She regretted the remark as soon as she said it. It was a joke. But seeing the small injury on his arm from where she had tried to do just that, she realized how bad of one it was.
“Ah, well, if I were you, I’d be thinking about ways to start earning things back. I mean I’m sure it’s nice to pee in a toilet, and you’ve gotten the shower back, but I bet a bed would be sweet right about now. A blanket maybe?”
“What do you want?” She sighed. “I haven’t been in any trouble.”
“No, you haven’t. You’ve kept quiet, you’ve not talked back, you’ve been very docile.” He admitted. “I’ve finished going through what I needed to go through. But it’s not good. Not for either of us. I need you to get that, you have to understand that we are both in danger.”
“Why you?”
“Doesn’t matter. What does matter is I want to play. Does my pet want to play, too?” He reached his arm through the bars of the cage and stroked her hair. The warm touch of his fingers should have pissed her off, but once more she found herself leaning into his touch.
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