Funcking HANNIBAL KING, ungrateful bastard.Should have just killed him. I thought he would make a fun little pet to have around. Wrong, can’t even be grateful for the gift I gave him.
Walking down the hallway the clicking of my stiletto’s the only sound to be heard.As strutted down the hall I held my head high. Approaching King’s room, ok it’s a cell. I wouldn’t want him to get away, he does belong to me afterall, whether I like it or not. Placing my hand in the scanner on the side of the door the green light passed over the marking and I heard the door unlock. Opening the door I stood in the entryway dangling a bag of blood in my hand.
“Now pet, we are going out, so get your ass dressed.” Dropping the cigarette I held with the other hand I put it out with the toe of my shoe as I swung the bag in my opposite hand. “ If you promise to be on your best behavior I will give you this..and I won’t have the boys take you out on the leash.”
Shifting my weight, I stood with my hand on my hips. Waiting for an answer, well that’ll never happen. Throwing the bag at him, I yelled.
“Get your ass dressed, we are going.”
With a snarl he stood up and pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, god could he dress any worse? Sometimes it was embarrassing taking him out. As he pulled the shirt down over his head , he was glaring at me. That fire in his eye got me going a bit, made me want to do the most horrific things to him. I bit my lip and resisted the urge to act on my instinct. I rested my back against the frame of the door as he picked up the bag and drank it down. Looking over at him I could tell he hated it, the taste, the smell..that brought a smile to my face.
“Now that you are done with dinner, lover, lets get going…Now!”
As he made his way through the door, I grabbed his hand and pulled him close, bodies touching. Breathing into his ear I whispered.
“If you make me angry not only will I lock you back up in this room, but maybe we will lock up a pretty little girl in here too…to keep you company.”
Looking into his face I could see a bit of defeat creeping across his face, replacing the anger. This made me happy, to know I had my pet under control. Shoving him away from me I walked out the door and looked back to see him standing there.
“Come on , pet.” I motioned with a finger for him to follow, when he hesitated I nodded at one of my lackeys and they ‘helped’ King down the hall.