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Taste Buds, Teeth, and the Licking of BloodBy darkmaster03 May 29 2014 3:29am Finding myself resting on the pillow next to his head. His

face, was turned away from me, as I didn't feel his warm gusts of sweet

smelling breath. I guess he must have not wanted to leave me on the cold floor

next to the door, for the rest of the night. Thinking about what I had said the

other night, made me feel terrible.  It

wasn't right for me to freak out, I should have just ignored the nightmares.

Although talking about it with him, would've been as frightening as them coming

true. Who knows the ideas I would've ignited in him, of what to do with me. The

various gruesome ways, I've seen him devour me, is causing me to be extremely

cautious, of how to talk with him. Although I don't, or rather I shouldn't let

it affect, such an awesome relationship. Sitting up, I noticed that he must've been extremely

insulted by my hateful words, but all I could say is "thank you for not leaving

me, on that cold floor." As I saw his head turn in my direction, he merely told

me "you're welcome on my fur, anytime you feel a chill in the air." His sharp

teeth glinting with the yellow of his eyes, as he casually smirked. I felt

extremely happy that he didn't choose to ignore me, knowing full well, that I

would have frozen to death down there, if he hadn't put me on his pillow during

the night. Choosing to walk over to him, I was helped onto his shoulder

by his left hand. Sliding down to my usual position on his chest. "I always

feel a chill in the air, I don't want to be cold like that, ever again." I

said, as I felt the warmth of his fur envelope me. Closing my eyes, I felt his

large paw splay over me, in a gentle caress. "I feel terrible about what I said

earlier, I actually love your yellow eyes. They remind me of the streetlamp

outside the house I live in, when I look out the window, while listening to

soothing music, during the night. The subtle glow of your eyes, brings about a

calm, relaxing state of mind." I told him. We lay like this together, for a

long while. Hearing him casually remark, "food is going to be arriving

soon." Opening my eyes, as his titanic body rose up, his elbows balancing him,

as he was eyeing the latch from which the tray of food, was to be put through.

Like always, it opened and the scraping of the metal tray against the hard

concrete floor, was heard. He decided to put me down onto the bed, as he went

to grab what was left for us. For some reason, now that I had my mouth gag off,

I was given the same food they gave him. At least that's what I was told, by my

cellmate. The food I had to eat, was the consistency of bloody, raw

hamburger meat. It tasted terrible, and every time, I could barely manage to

swallow only a single mouthful, before I couldn't hold any more of it down.

Although my feline cellmate enjoyed it immensely, though I would imagine, that

it must have gotten boring and monotonous, to have to eat the same thing every

day. I gladly gave him, the rest of my portions, every time. The best part of the day was after we ate. He always sat in

the shower with me in his embrace. The water cascading off his fur, as he sat

against the wall with his knees up. He held me against his lower chest, the

muscular contours caused the water to flow gently across my neck, and down my

back, having been warmed up to a semi-lukewarm temperature, by the time it made

contact with my skin. It felt heavenly, every time. All the time we did this, I

wondered what he kept thinking about as he sat in the shower like this. He

never looked at me, but rather down at the ground with depressed eyes. Never

bothering to ask him, I knew he would eventually tell me, when he felt like the

time was right. ----  ---- A couple nights pass by ----  ----  ---- After coming aware, I felt myself in his tight grip, he was

holding me up, across from his face. Walking around his cell, talking to my

unconscious body. "You don't know how tasty you look to me, right now. I want

to lick you again and again. I can't bear to see you in anymore pain, and I

would feel horrible for you to wake up distressed again." As I came to my

senses, hearing those words echo throughout the room. Along with the violent

pacing walk, shaking my body with each footfall. The sight of his teeth

glinting inches from my face, as I heard his roars of complication. "I am so

glad you are not awake yet. Without you here to talk to, I would have gone

insane all by myself. But you smell so delicious right now!" he roared in

frustration. The lurching momentum, the squeezing crush. Along with the

sight of his attitude, so different, when he thought I was not here. Caused me

to spit up onto his overlaid thumb, not because I felt sick to my stomach,

well, that was partially to blame. I felt the soft fur of his finger, wipe the

outside of my mouth clean, before he set me onto the pillow. Remaining in an

emotionless, unmoving state, so as not to raise suspicion. I heard him wash his

paws, before returning to bed. He didn't even glance in my direction as his

immense head came to rest next to my tiny, motionless body. He deliberately

faced the other way, with the back of his head to me. So as not to be tempted,

anymore. But, I didn't see, or hear that part...Or rather, I'm choosing

to ignore it. Like I always do. As should everyone else.