Chapter 2: "W-what?!"
My mistress looks confused, her eye brows furrowing. "W-what?!" I purr softly and look deep her in the eyes, a small giggle slips my mouth. My pink tongue laying over my bottom lip. Her confusion was utterly hilarious. "Why you-" My mistress growls, aggressively lifts me by my short tangled hair, and throws me on my unnecessarily large, luscious bed. Her stiff hands pinning my shoulders to the soft, yet squeaky matress. Another idea hits me "Yes mommy~" I moan and my eyes roll back dramatically. Mistress freezes, my fluffy tail caressing her face. This frozen trance doesn't last long before she shouts practically screaming "You bastard!" her icy cold hands grip my neck now lifting my body to the hard wall. Every thing goes dark, my body limp on the ground now, it lay there in an uncomfortable position. Once I wake up it is morning, and all I remember is my claws puncturing something, as I hissed violently with my back hitting a flat hard surface. The sun peeks at me over the horizon, a ray of sunshine hits me eyes. I hiss and cover my face, crawling to the large window and kicking the blinds shut with my hind leg. Head throbbing, I hold my clammy hands to my head. My claws clutch my short lavender and baby blue hair.
Sometime later my body was still curled up on the floor, everything hurt. I scratched my ears rapidly, irritating the thin skin. A drop of blood falls to the glossed wood floor. It was a major stress habit, that mistress never wanted to help me fix. I was never given bandages either, I always chewed them off and ate them... A few agonizing minutes later, running water echoes through the large house. "nyaa..." I stagger the small noise out of my mouth. It was the shower, I crawl to the bathroom solemnly. I push open the door, careful as to not let mistress know I'm there. The sudden creaks of the door doesn't seem to alert her. My paws make no noise on the pure white tile flooring. Her clothes were piled upon each other, laying on the floor. Out of my uncontrollable urge, I jump into the clothing pile. My fang like teeth tearing the thin cloth, and leaving pieces every where. Her deep red bra and solid black panties were in the sink, soaked and torn to shreds. Her other clothes would have blood on them from my still damaged ears. I walk away satisfied with my revenge, right before leaving I flush the toilet. The last thing you see of me is my tail swaying, sliding out the door slyly. You may be wondering why I flushed the toilet, well it would cause the shower water to be freezing cold, even if it's just for a moment. As if on que, a groan comes from the bathroom, I laugh quietly and sinisterly.
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