43 parts Ongoing Mature"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up.
"I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier.
He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys."
That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient.
"Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here."
I hesitated, taking one step forward.
His eyes sharpened. "Crawl."
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