Jerome Valeska
Loud whimpers, sobs and the sound of someone struggling rang through the corridor to the recreational room. Oh goody! Someone new is coming, I wonder who it is. I smirked glancing at the television, probably that little cat girl. Oh I wonder what I can do with her. She seems so innocent, small and frail. Oh what fun it'll be ruining her. Even my dear friend Richard seems interested in her.
Oh my oh my looks like she doesn't want to be here. Her sobs got louder as the guard approached the recreational room. The guards gripped her arms, the girl was adorably squirming around. Her legs lifted up to make it harder for them but with such a small body it did not help much. Her ears were tightly pressed against her head and her tail was erratically swaying. I felt a grin growing on my face. Everyone became silent at the sound of keys jingling. They all turn towards the door with a hush, curious of who their new inmate would be. I saw a few of the men staring at her like she was meat, I glared at them. She is mine, my toy to play with. Mine!
The guards dumped her into the room. Before anyone could approach her I was right in front of her. "Why? Hello!" I grinned, looking down at her. She looked at me like a frightened rabbit, how adorable, and whimpered. "Oh, how rude of me. The name's Jerome, at your service." I bowed offering her my hand. Delectable fear and amusement waltzed in her wide hazel eyes as her lips twitched upwards slightly. Her gaze shifted to behind me and she suddenly froze.
Her ears pricked up and her tail tensed behind her. She stopped trembling and hunched her back slightly. She really is like a cat.
Following her gaze I saw Greenwood looking at her with a disgusting leer. I knew what he wanted to do with her. I glared at him and quickly blocked her view. I kneeled in front of her and lightly rubbed her soft brown ears.
She reminded me of the stray kitten that wandered into the circus. Whenever dear old mother is busy whoring herself out in the trailer, I would go outside and play with the kitten. It beats listening to them going at it. It was so frighten when it first approach me, it warmed up as soon as I pet it. Soon after that it became my first pet, the only thing to keep me company. I would bring it into the trailer when mother isn't looking and bring it around when I'm out.
Several months later, while running a quick errand for the whore I left the kitten at the trailer. I came home to a fuming mother holding the bloody limp body of my kitten. "I come home to find this mongrel in my trailer!" She screeched, "You're lucky I'm still feeding you and you bring home this thing!" She waved the cat around as if it was a mere doll. She continued to shriek as she hit me with a pan and continued to kick me. Once she was satisfied she left and ordered me to clean up the blood. I had enough of her and begin plotting her death as I clean.
I am not going to let this little kitten get hurt. I nuzzled her neck and took a deep breath. She started to relaxed under my touch and mewled.
My kitten
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