Deception
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9/1/16 Victim #10, she was truly beautiful. What a shame she was buried. Why hide such a beautiful thing under the earth. Why not use it for experiments? And that is simply what I did. Oh, how her rotting corpse felt under my gloved hand and the leftover blood gushing out, I cut into her gently. I would've never hurt her, she was my pet, but she was quite too talkative for my liking. What a shame, such a beautiful pet gone to waste. First, I bathed her in alcohol, rubbing all the dirt off of her pale skin. Then, I gouged out her beautiful green eyes and replaced them with those of a cat. The dead slits stared at me; oh, what joy it made me feel. I took a needle and conjoined the pieces of skin, that were rotting away, and sewed them back together; also sewing her a pair of cat ears and a tail of course. Oh, how stunning you look, my dear; you truly look like a pet. My pet. {Credits to the lovely @cherryashton for creating this cover for me and helping me edit.}
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She didn't know what she was doing to me. Every time she held me against her chest, let me crawl under her shirt for warmth, or kissed the top of my head absentmindedly, something inside me burned. It was different from before. This... ache. This hunger. And last night-last night changed everything. Because I felt it. Every brush of my lips against her skin. The heat of her body. The way her breath hitched when I got too close. I almost lost control. Almost let her see me. She felt me too. Not just as her pet, not just as a cat. I know she did. The way she shivered under my touch, the way her breath hitched as if she knew something wasn't right, as if she sensed something more. But she doesn't know yet. Not who I am. Not what I am. Not what's coming.

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