((The story will have suggestive themes, sexuality, depraved ideals, drug use and more. You've been duly warned.))
913 Days ago.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
?Sir?? The cat nudged the man from his sleep. ?Sir? You really should wake up for this.?
The man rolled in his sleep, on one side of him was the ring girl. She held the digital signs for the rounds, wearing as-little-as possible, which wasn?t enough cloth to blow his nose on. She was Asian, and he always loved a well built Asian girl. She was looking for work as a model, he hired her and used her, just like he did with everyone.
Finally with the insistent voice, and constant push against his flabby arm, Skully opened his eyes and focused through the Jack Daniels and cocaine fog. Four days of debauchery, ruined in fifteen minutes by a trustee in the form of a were-cat.
The cat, seeing the master?s eyes open, smiled down at him with a much too angular face. It was all points and strange curves to be considered handsome, he was too small to breed, and too weak to fight.
?Ah, Sir. Apologies for waking you, but you might wish to know--? His voice was cut off as his master?s hand wrapped around his throat.
?I was sleeping, Spencer.? He squeezed tighter, feeling the smaller man?s trachea shift beneath his palm. ?I told you no one disturbs me, when I am sleeping.? He let go of the cat as his face began to turn a deep crimson and bordered on burgundy.
?Apologies, Master.? The cat choked out. ?But, Spence thinks you should accompany him to the cages.?
?I?ve seen them,? The master rolled back over and threw a meaty arm around the still sleeping Asian. She felt cold to the touch under his arm, so he absently checked for a pulse that he wasn?t finding. ?Spencer, are you hearing her heartbeat?? He asked of the cat he knew to have better hearing than his own.
?No, Master. Nor any air passing through lungs.?
?Goddamit.? He sighed and looked at her blue lips and red rimmed eyes. She was still beautiful, he thought. ?Maybe one more go, before we incinerate her, Spence.? The cat?s face showed no emotion. He had grown used to the master?s tastes. ?Well, I?m awake now, what?s so damned important?? He put his hand into the puddle the ring girl left in his bed when she passed with a cool squish. The man glanced at his hand, and he wiped it dry on the tail of his silk robe.
?Sir,? The cat?s voice trembled as he spoke, he knew the rage soon to come. ?Sin is gone, Master.?
The man looked at the cat, and reached out to catch him by the locked collar at his neck. ?What do you mean ?gone???
?Gone, Sir. As in not in his cage.? The man threw the cat against the wall of his suite easily as he stood from the bed, and straightened up. He?d been a fighter once, and still held the physique of one of the greatest though time, age, and diet had caught up to him.
?I know what the hell gone means, but where is Sin??
?The trackers are looking, Sir. They?ve yet to report.?
?Take me to the cages, I want to see this Houdini trick.?
?That?s not all, Sir.? The cat spoke quietly, as to not draw worse of the master?s anger.
?What else is there?? He turned and narrowed his eyes, the scars along the left side, jutted and folded when he held that look. He watched the cat as he pulled something from the pack at his side and offered it without meeting the hardened gaze.
?Sin?s collar sir. He?s removed it somehow.?
913 Days ago.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
?Sir?? The cat nudged the man from his sleep. ?Sir? You really should wake up for this.?
The man rolled in his sleep, on one side of him was the ring girl. She held the digital signs for the rounds, wearing as-little-as possible, which wasn?t enough cloth to blow his nose on. She was Asian, and he always loved a well built Asian girl. She was looking for work as a model, he hired her and used her, just like he did with everyone.
Finally with the insistent voice, and constant push against his flabby arm, Skully opened his eyes and focused through the Jack Daniels and cocaine fog. Four days of debauchery, ruined in fifteen minutes by a trustee in the form of a were-cat.
The cat, seeing the master?s eyes open, smiled down at him with a much too angular face. It was all points and strange curves to be considered handsome, he was too small to breed, and too weak to fight.
?Ah, Sir. Apologies for waking you, but you might wish to know--? His voice was cut off as his master?s hand wrapped around his throat.
?I was sleeping, Spencer.? He squeezed tighter, feeling the smaller man?s trachea shift beneath his palm. ?I told you no one disturbs me, when I am sleeping.? He let go of the cat as his face began to turn a deep crimson and bordered on burgundy.
?Apologies, Master.? The cat choked out. ?But, Spence thinks you should accompany him to the cages.?
?I?ve seen them,? The master rolled back over and threw a meaty arm around the still sleeping Asian. She felt cold to the touch under his arm, so he absently checked for a pulse that he wasn?t finding. ?Spencer, are you hearing her heartbeat?? He asked of the cat he knew to have better hearing than his own.
?No, Master. Nor any air passing through lungs.?
?Goddamit.? He sighed and looked at her blue lips and red rimmed eyes. She was still beautiful, he thought. ?Maybe one more go, before we incinerate her, Spence.? The cat?s face showed no emotion. He had grown used to the master?s tastes. ?Well, I?m awake now, what?s so damned important?? He put his hand into the puddle the ring girl left in his bed when she passed with a cool squish. The man glanced at his hand, and he wiped it dry on the tail of his silk robe.
?Sir,? The cat?s voice trembled as he spoke, he knew the rage soon to come. ?Sin is gone, Master.?
The man looked at the cat, and reached out to catch him by the locked collar at his neck. ?What do you mean ?gone???
?Gone, Sir. As in not in his cage.? The man threw the cat against the wall of his suite easily as he stood from the bed, and straightened up. He?d been a fighter once, and still held the physique of one of the greatest though time, age, and diet had caught up to him.
?I know what the hell gone means, but where is Sin??
?The trackers are looking, Sir. They?ve yet to report.?
?Take me to the cages, I want to see this Houdini trick.?
?That?s not all, Sir.? The cat spoke quietly, as to not draw worse of the master?s anger.
?What else is there?? He turned and narrowed his eyes, the scars along the left side, jutted and folded when he held that look. He watched the cat as he pulled something from the pack at his side and offered it without meeting the hardened gaze.
?Sin?s collar sir. He?s removed it somehow.?