Bad Kitty (Zarry)

Chapter 48

December 27th

''Son of a bitch bit the hell out of me! Get that fucker before we end up being thrown in the back with Skye's damn dogs!''

 Two men that had been working for Skye's were ordered to put a gold collar around Harry's neck, indicating that he was now someone's house pet and slave. 

They were scratched up, bitten with chunks of skin swollen and bruised, not only from the trouble of strapping a collar around the feisty hybrids neck but putting him inside of a onesie that he didn't want to be wearing around like some child who's under house arrest. 

''I don't think we're ever going to get this thing on him, let's just let Skye's know that his kitty is being a fucking douche bag and doesn't want to corroborate with us. Might as well snitch the little shit out, he needs to learn to fucking obey and stop acting like he's the king around this place.'' 

The one man who goes by 'Stone' had been complaining off and on about being bullied by a man who was half cat, things like this never happen but regardless...Harry's much stronger and taller then these two jokes. 

He wasn't going to let these two fucks treat him and dress him like a baby even though they were told to do exactly what Skye's wanted them to do. 

Not his fault that they can't keep up with his moves, not his fault that they have to bitch and whine about being picked on and attacked by him. 

There's two of them and only one of him, how hard is it to pin him down and let the other do what they were told to do? Not that hard, these lads don't think since they want to get things done without coming up with a plan. 

So here Harry stood, watching the two argue about who's going to attempt to place the collar on him next and who's going to watch while the other gets the shit beaten out of him. 

The names Stone and Steel make sense, two stupid twats that are being paid to fuck things up. Maybe they're not being paid at all, free job for two tards that were possibly homeless or sold as mental dogs. 

Harry kept his posture, looking tough and brave for how he stood. Not counting the white sheet that he had wrapped around his shoulders, he's not about to fight two men with his butt naked arse. He wanted his sweats, he wanted his sweater...he didn't want no onesie that had kitty paws under the footies. 

''Skye's is so going to kill us, he's going to fucking dig a spoon in our eye sockets and slip our eyeballs out from them! He's going to eat them right in front of his other people, he's going to slit our wrist's and play in our blood as he dips chocolate coated strawberries in the puddle of DNA as he laughs in our faces! Oh my god! I don't want to die Stone!''

 Steel slapped stone to where his head literally fell to the side, giving him a hard time lifting with that long skinny neck of his.

 ''Ow! what the fuck was that for?!'' 

''You're freaking out, they're going to fucking hear you outside this room. If you keep talking that way then you're seriously going to give Skye's a reason to fucking end our lives. You really want him to think we can't do our job? Keep fucking speaking that way, he'll end up beating you to a pulse while i stand back and watch, you know why? Because i'm going to get this shit done, stop complaining and help me out.'' 

Steel grunted out, glaring at his partner. 

''Okay...i think i'm calm, can we just pin the fucker down and force this shit on him? I don't even know why Skye's wants him to where this when he can just enjoy watching his arse naked. Doesn't make sense.'' 

''Maybe because it's fucking freezing outside and i don't think Skye's wants to deal with a sick Hybrid. So think about that, let's just get this over with. I promised my wife that i'd be home on time for dinner and i'm not missing roast night since it's been awhile.''