Sinful

Cat and Mouse

Hello lovely, beautiful people! If you've made it this far, thank you! I've had this idea in my head for a few years now, and I've been procrastinating the actual writing. I really want people to enjoy Sinful as much as I enjoyed creating it. Thanks for reading; it means the world to me!

~Audrey

Sidenote: Reine is pronounced (rehn)

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"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," I taunted the Angel as I stood menacingly over his sleeping form. He must of lost all feeling in his hands hours ago, seeing as they dangled far about him. His head lolled to one side and his legs stuck out in front of him. I was impressed he managed to sleep at all.

"Come on princess, we don't have all day," I complained. The Angel slightly stirred, his arms twitching. Why was the task of waking a trained soldier so challenging? There could be a battle being fought two feet from his face and he would sleep on, unaware to the chaos surrounding him.

Rolling my eyes, I grasped his chains and rattled them. With a jolt, the Angel awoke violently. He sprang to his feet. I laughed venomously as he glared at me evilly. There was a definite spark in his glowing blue eyes; a promise of challenge. I was hoping that he would be submissive; my job would be that much easier if he cooperated. But his eyes assured me that I would have to fight for his obedience.

"You best thank me; I'm allowing you to have breakfast today. Or, if you'd rather, you can sit in your cell and rot away." I smiled cruelly at the Angel. I was prepared for him to wave the white flag of surrender and come with me willingly. Instead, he swung out his left leg, attempting to knock me off balance. Before his food could make contact with my legs, I caught it in my iron grasp.

"Bad boy, that's not how you behave," I scolded him playfully. He bared his teeth at me, straining forward against his chains. His arms were shaking, as if he could picture his hands wrapped around my throat, choking me. I patted him on the cheek mockingly.

"Last chance, do you want food today?" I enunciated each word as if he were a small child who needed me to spell it out for him. The Angel said nothing. I shrugged my shoulders and turned toward the door.

"Your loss, Angel." I waved at his tense form as the door shut with a clang.

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The next day, we were back to square one. As I opened the door, I noticed the Angel was sitting ramrod straight and staring at me with rapt attention. I raised an arched eyebrow at him.

"Feeling feisty today are we?" I asked sarcastically. The Angel only scowled in response. I sauntered over to him and strategically placed myself so that I was just far enough away that he couldn't strike me. I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes.

"What do you think, Angel? Are you going to cooperate today? I know you must be hungry. Simply come with me willingly, and I can provide you with the most delicious food in the realm." As if on cue, his stomach rumbled at my speech. His cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but his stern facade never faltered.

"Hungry indeed. Last chance, Angel. Come with me?" I questioned him. He gave no indication that he was going to move. His taunt body was still, his eyes boring into mine. I had to admire his resolve; I hadn't the faintest the last time he had eaten. Sighing, I bopped him on his upturned nose with a single finger.

"Perhaps tomorrow will be different, pet. You'll need to eat eventually." The Angel's only response was withering glare.

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