Living as the hybrid of a mafia lord was never Bleu's ideal life to wind up living. Though, the cat hybrid some how managed to find her self in that exact situation after her previous owner kicked her to the curb that one faithful afternoon...
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❀⊱『 •𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒• 』⊰
Living as the hybrid of a mafia lord was never Bleu's ideal life to wind up living. Though, the cat hybrid some how managed to find her self in that exact situation after her previous owner kicked her to the curb that one faithful afternoon...
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❀⊱『 • Author/Bleu's POV• 』⊰
With tears in her eyes, Bleu's tiny fists ball up the fabric of her owners sweater.
"P-please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and scratchy from all the crying she's done on the drive out. "I'll be better...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl from now on..."
Her owner, an older man in his mid forties, rolls his eyes annoyedly as he puts the car in park over on the side of the road.
They're in the middle of no where right now, pulled to the side of an old backroad far away from where her owners home is located.
She hasn't the slightest clue as to how to get anywhere from here, and that's exactly why he's come here.
"Let go of me and get out." The man sighs out, his test of patience with his old toy having nearly run thin.
"I won't." Bleu sniffles, a few glossy tears escaping her eyes and sliding down her cheeks. "You can't make me."
Slowly, her owner pans his gaze over to her with visible evidence of irritation lingering on his cracked and wrinkled facial features.
"Are you willing to make that bet?" He asks with a furrow of his bushy brows.
Bleu shrinks on the inside, her already shattered heart breaking impossible more as the hard stare her owner is giving her bleeds straight into her soul.
"How could you replace me so quickly?" She mumbles, averting her hurt gaze to her lap at the thought of his new hybrid waiting for him back home.
"You're nothing special," he says easily. "So it really wasn't all that difficult."
Bleu's cat ears, two appendages that years ago were illegally tinted a shade of bright bubblegum blue, flatten against her equally as brightly colored head of hair.
He's said this to her before; told her she meant nothing to him at the end of almost ever day. But it still hurts her every damn time.
