Stray cats have a tendency of following people around when they want something, so when a pretty bird named Y/N flies into Lorenzo's life, he can't help but jump at the chance to use her. What he doesn't realize is that she knows how to play his gam...
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"No, give that back!" I frantically shout while chasing after the tabby cat that somehow managed to knock the phone out of my hand. I was about to dial the police when it happened, hoping that the authorities would get rid of the pest in my living room. Ginger took part of the device in her mouth before running off as though her tail was set on fire. I slide into the living room, nearly falling over due to wearing socks on hardwood flooring, but thankfully, I catch myself on the doorframe. I freeze while watching the intruder stand from his crouched position after receiving the phone from the thieving cat. "Give that back," I order sternly with narrowed eyes as I approach the man with my hand held out. He raises the phone over his head, knowing I'd be unable to reach it due to his taller stature, pissing me off. I try to jump up and take it from him only for the man to lean back to keep it away with a sly smirk on his lips.
"You won't be needing this." I stare in horror as the device is crushed in his hand with ease, my stomach dropping as I take a small step back from him. My E/C eyes were wide watching as the pieces fell to the floor, while my jaw slacked in disbelief.
'I'm. Going. To. Kick. His. Ass.' When the shock wore off, my upper lip twitched in anger as I shout at him.
"Are you f***ing kidding me?!" Before I could even make a fist, the man's hand flew to my mouth, and his sharp nails dig deep into the flesh of my cheeks. I squeeze my eyes shut at the pain and try to pry off his fingers only for them to grip me tighter. I whimper softly in pain as I open my eyes to find his face close to mine with his canines bared in a menacing fashion.
"I thought I told you to make me something to eat, birdie? Don't try my patience. It won't be too hard to kill you." He spoke in a low, serious voice that made my blood run cold, so I quietly nod my head to show I understand before he lets go. Cringing, I softly touch the marks, while the catlike creature circles me.
My body grew tense when his long, dark tail wrapped around my waist like a belt and he towered over me. "You better find something quick or else I'll just be eating you. Don't underestimate the palate of a starving cat." I instinctively flinch away when he snaps his jaw near my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. My frightened expression makes him laugh as he releases me before he turns to sit on the couch, tail swishing excitedly as he gives me a big grin. Gulping nervously, I stumble back to the kitchen with my eyes glued to him until he's out of my sight.
I lightly rub my cheeks, which will likely bruise, and have a seat at the table, my knees feeling too weak to stand any longer. I breathe in a shaky breath in attempts to calm myself and look up at the ceiling to keep from crying. I jump and nearly scream when Ginger rubs against my ankle before pawing at my leg. Her eyes were normal, and, oddly enough, she looked apologetic. Sighing, I bend down to run a hand along her back, which gets her to purr before I stand up.
