by Milana Jacks
“He will lose his money,” I said.
Owner smiled. “Yes, he will. You will serve him any way he wants to be served. He’s eager to meet a beast bitch.”
“Thank you, Owner.”
He gripped my jaw and yanked me up. I locked my eyes with his green ones, praying to Great Mother to give me strength not to bite his face off. If my eyes paled right now, he’d cancel the party upstairs, and he and I would party down here. He’d tie me up and beat me until he tired. The weekend was long, and Owner kept in shape. He wouldn't tire often enough, and I would go mad. I couldn’t slip. I couldn’t allow my temper to get the best of me.
His thumb swiped over my lips.
I followed up with my tongue.
“I love how eager you are. Every weekend, your eyes betray you. You think you don’t like what I’m giving you, but you love it. Shall I serve you the man upstairs this weekend? He’s big, would make a nice meal.”
“Yes.” Whoever waited for me upstairs could become my next meal.
He squeezed my throat. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Owner.”
“What’s your name?”
“Kitten.” I remembered my name. Felicia of Wiedeg, the first battle-trained female on Earth. And I would get my revenge. “What’s his name?”
“John.”
“What shall I call him?”
“Whatever he wants to be called.”
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About the Author
Milana Jacks grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She writes dystopian tales for grown ups, often about extraterrestrials and fantasy creatures roaming the Earth where she resides with her mate and their three little monsters.
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