Demon Cat

Who am I?

First part of my story. I hope you enjoy. WARNING it's a really sexual and mature book so read it at your own risk.

Cast out. Unwanted. A different world where hell and supernatural come together. Hi my name is Olivia. I am a demon cat. Now I bet you are wondering "What kind of story is this?" Well here let me tell you, since all books start out with the author spitting out shit to set the scene so the reader can understand.
I am a 18 year old girl who is a outcast. Here is why. Demon cat pretty easy to understand, hell cat. To make it even more easier for you new folks, a cat from the opposite from light. The dark side. Here is the catch though, I have never killed anyone or anything in my life. People might say "Well isn't that a good thing?" No, not in this world. A cat from hell, that never killed anyone or let alone hurt anything is considered a disgrace to this society. When I look into their eyes, I could feel the pain they are feeling and it stops me from wanting to pounce on them and rip open their face. Beside the fact I am a demon cat, I can tell you some semi normal things about me.
I am pale, I have black hair and eyes that can change a lot because of my power. My body is smooth and well fit. I have some muscles in my arms but not a whole lot. My strength is not in my body, it's in my mind. I can get in people's minds and drive them to insanity. Girl figures about me is I have fairly normal sized boobs (c cup range). My stomach is skinny considering I don't eat a lot and my hips. The butt is the best thing about my body.
Anyways enough about that, I just wanted to set the mood for those guys out there that are probably jacking off to me describing myself.
See I am the person that likes to get to the point and I mean what I say. I left my parents to set out on my own, to be free from rules and drama.
Parents never liked me considering I was the only one that was "not normal." They locked me in my room and never let me out. I was only allowed to go to school. Once I graduated (which by the way they never came). I packed up the little things I had and left. I live in a small house, I stole money from my mom and dad. I also got money from my grandma before she died.
To save money I don't eat the normal 3 times a day. I don't have a job and frankly I don't want one. I don't think anyone wants me (*cough* *cough* demon cat) to be serving and doing things around people. Anyways sorry, I am rambling. Excuse me I have to tell you the scene around me for you readers. I woke up to my phone ringing. I rolled over from my bed and grabbed my phone. The light burned my eyes, I groaned and unlocked my phone. I squinted my eyes to see better (which doesn't help). It was a call, I pushed the button to accept the call and put it up to my ear. I then heard a familiar voice, it was Cory.
"Hey kitty, can you let me please you again?"
My eyes opened and I cleared my throat.
"You mean you want me to please you again?"
"Maybe, I will be there shortly."
I hung up the phone and put my phone back on my night stand and fell back in my bed. I didn't want tot get up. I finally got up and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked in the mirror above the sink. I grabbed my brush out of the top drawer of the sink. I started to brush my black hair, every time I felt a knot I would brush harder and harder. Once it was soft and tangle free I took a rag and cleaned off my face to get rid of the makeup from the night before. I was now my natural beauty self. I was wearing a black tank top and black booty shorts that cupped my butt perfectly. I was wearing a push up bra to my boobs look better and more appealing to the eye. I then heard a faint knock on my door. I walked down to the hallway and then to the door. I opened the door and saw Cory standing there. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that was showing every outline of his muscles and abs. He then was wearing grey sweat pants. His hair was messy and all over his face like he just woke up. He walked past me and headed towards my room without saying a word. I turned and looked at the clock on my stove in the kitchen. It was 5:36am. I groaned, I was tired. I was out last night and I got home and 3 in the morning. I walked into my room and he was sprawled out in my bed.
"It's about time kitty kitty."
He was taunting me, I don't like to be taunted.