Bad Kitty (Zarry)

Chapter 47

December 26th

Sitting, waiting, breathing and scared. All those things that Harry had been thinking about and yet...There was nothing but a peep going on inside the room he was waiting in, a room that looked more like a waiting room for some kind of doctors appointment.

 His naked body was out on display, he had nothing to cover himself up with but the collar that was tightly wrapped around his bruised neck. 

Chained to a small lock that was placed at the leg of a thickened desk, his glare had hardened as he tried to stare down the man who was typing away on his computer keyboard. 

Not sparing the cat man one glance as he yawned himself a good one. 

''Don't worry kitty boy, your new owner should be halfway completed with picking out a new collar and signing the final paperwork for your arse. Hopefully he's not too angry with having to wait, knowing that we were suppose to have those papers faxed and printed out for safe keeping. Guess half my partners here don't pay much attention to the shit they do when they're too busy staring at your freaky arse.'' 

''Shut the fuck up you selfish cunt! I'm not a freak and if it weren't for these damn chains holding me back then i would have ripped your ugly arse up! You want to talk shit about me but yet, you're looking like a deformed fucker that lost all his rights with living a perfect and beautiful life!'' 

Hissing, Harry has always been the sassy talk backer when it came to defending himself with full force. 

He wasn't going to let some punk talk down to him just because he's different, he knew that he was to take on difficult challenges in life but this...this was something totally different from every other thing he had gone through with feeding and stealing. 

''You're a feisty little shit, boss is gonna love your arse under his control. Don't worry, you didn't offend me one bit sweet cheeks. You're just angering yourself but that's okay, the more you pressure yourself into wanting to beat someone's arse...the better it gets with your new owner to handle you like a china doll, but only...he beats the living shit out of things he owns. So i would watch that mouth of yours, not saying to keep yourself from torture but because he has the smallest temper and i'm not one that's going to be dealing with it.'' 

Harry watched the mans mouth move, listening to none of the words that were flying out like shit flies. Ignoring the mans smirk as he stopped typing, leaning back against the spinning chair. 

''You can stare all you want but that's not going to do you any good, you trying to light me on fire with the red behind your eyes? Nice try, not gonna work darling.''

 The man was really testing him, trying to light up the small fire as he continued on with his humming sounds. 

''I like this, i like when you stare at me...makes me happy that someone is actually looking at me for once.'' 

''As if that's a good thing, you're fucking hideous and it shows that you are indeed ugly on the inside and out.'' 

It was Harry's turn to feel proud for what he said, seeing the look on the mans face as he kicked his feet off from on top of his table. Standing with his own height, he grabbed the whip that he carried around. 

''Oh, what are you going to do with that? Hit me? As if that shit would fucking hurt, i have been through some worse fucked up things in my life, hitting me with a whip won't do shit but leave tiny cuts. So do your best motherfucker, show me what you got!'' 

Harry and the man stared each other down, more like a staring contest but with no winners...Who's the man kidding, knowing that cats can stare longer without blinking but then again, this isn't just a cat yet a man who has a pair of cat ears and a fucked up tail that was stepped and slapped at. Harry kept his brave look, showing no fear whatsoever.