SCREAM baby, SCREAM;
It was nothing but a struggle with her wayward little pet, no matter how hard he pushed and struggled to oppose her (in anyway that he could) she would always prevail. So much fight from such a creature, she liked it as much as she loathed it. However, he did get the job done, gaining himself a rather daunting and commanding status among weres and other creatures alike. A status which would not be possible if not for her, or so the vampire woman thought.
"Tired, hm. I must be losing my touch. Or maybe, I am just too lenient for your own good." He grew tired, she could make him feel unimaginable amounts of torment that would certainly replace this tiredness with another emotion entirely. She had grown too lenient with her power over him, left him with too much time on his hands. "Why must you always feel the need to oppose me?" She moves closer to her pet, curling her body around him as she crept a torturous pace, encircling, yet allowing those heat laced words to suffocate him as if they were a rope fashioned into a noose around his neck. Her manicured finger dug into his flesh allowing it scrape across the fabric over his chest, leaving a trail, her touch was as vile and uncomfortable as though a thousand fire ants bit at tender exposed flesh. One could only imagine if she were to tear away that shirt, make him bleed like she knew he could. Like she had before. But she doesn't she lingers, as if leaving the man guessing of her infernal intentions.
She ignores his question, eyes narrowing allowing irritation to trickle within her intense and merciless gaze. "I know you are up to something little cat, creeping around the city like a stray. I will find out one way or another Tetra." Her words are heavy with a threat and promise. Her lip quirked upward in disgust as he pulled away, feeling her torturous grip as he ripped apart from her contact. She made sure it left a mark, no matter it only being in vain.
He turns to walk away. How dare he."Stop." Her words are spoken like the resounding crack of a gavel hitting the table. She was not through with him yet and she just so happened to have a task for him. "Have you forgotten all your manners? I happen to have a use for you my pet. You are coming with me and afterwards depending on how well you.. perform. We will discuss your punishment." Was there a hint of excitement lingering within her voice? One could never know. One thing for certain was this sadistic woman had much to figure out, many questions that needed answers about her elusive little pet. Tetradore would not like this one bit, but she couldn't say she would.
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