My New Pet (Story 1 Completed)

Chapter 22: Freedom

Irene trudged through the snow slowly, looking back every so often and wondered if she made the right decision to let Ethan go. If she went back now to Miranda that would be it. She'd get rid of her and Irene would never be able to leave that village. She remembered Ethan's words about Chris Redfield being in the area and thought about leaving with him. Irene knew better than to think she could leave so she turn down the path going back to the underground area where Miranda would wait. As she was about to turn the corner, Irene felt someone grab her roughly by the arm into a dark alleyway of the village.

"What the hell—?!" She shouted before being cut off by Karl putting a hand over her mouth, back against him.

"Quiet! Do you want the Lycans to hear you?! Or worse Miranda?!" His voice hissed in a whisper to her ear before she felt the anger rise in her and bit down on his hand. Karl let go of her mouth but still held her to him. "What the fuck, Pomeranian?! I just want to talk with you!"

"Oh talk like when you chose to do what you did to me after I let my anger out? Why talk now when you made your bed back there this morning?" Irene elbowed him and Karl ended up restraining both her hands, growling in her ear. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you pissed off about other things?"

"You know exactly what I want to talk about you little harlot! I saw you talking to Winters in that house. What were you doing talking to him alone the way you were?! You could have been shot!"

"Yea except I wasn't! I'm not useless...At least not like some of your soldats that you make...Why were you snooping around spying on me anyway? You doing Miranda's dirty work now...?" She smirked and thought of the most awful thing to say to Karl. "Or were you there to watch me have my way with Ethan Winters myself? Why is it your business to know what I was doing with him?"

Once she said that, Karl lifted Irene's dress and shoved his fingers between her legs deep inside. She let out a moan and remembered to keep it quiet or everyone else would hear her through the village that was left. "See not so tough one someone's fingers are in you, huh? The reason it's my business...is because this...and you are mine! You belong to me!"

"Ohhh now I see what's going on. You're jealous, Karl. Shit did you really think I'd let him stick it in me?!" At her response he shoved them deeper and Irene moaned again, leaning against him for support. Her legs were weak from him playing with her body. "Fuck take it easy...What makes you think I'd sit on another man's dick to make you mad...?" Karl released Irene and knew she had a good point to make with him. She straightened her dress and looked at him confused, trying to get a look at his face.

"You're right, Pomeranian. I guess I assumed you two were fucking around with each other it made me upset..."

"Oh the big bad Lord Heisenberg all upset over little me? I feel flattered Karl but if I stick around straying any longer Miranda will have my hide." Irene turned to leave and Karl caught her hand gently this time. She stopped on a dime and looked at him again. He wasn't looking at her still either. "Karl...?"

"You have to leave...get out of here like Winters said."

"What?! No! I can't! You know I can't do that—!"

"You can and you will Irene Spencer! You will leave...I saw it in your face talking to him...You debated it and wondered if you should leave me and all of this behind. Of course you should..." He held her hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss, noticing her shivers in the cold breeze. Karl looked away under his glasses, trying to hold in what he wanted to say. It was difficult for him as well. "Please, Irene...don't waste your life here...if you have to live being immortal don't do it here...Use your smart brain to figure a cure for this shit..."