I stared down at the outfit as if my eyes alone could set it aflame. How in the universe did he expect me to wear this...this...thing?
A bra and boy shorts set with faux fur to match the twitching tail and ears as my frustration rises. Why me. Why did I have to be a slave.
"Kitten you ready yet?" There's that irritating voice.
"Screw you!" I yell back as I wrap the towel tighter around me.
"Well if you're offering." His smug voice was like nails on a chalk board.
"I'm not wearing this!" I ground out.
"Yes you are and that's final. Masters order!" I hated him and one day he will pay.
Demolishing my pride I remove the towel and let it drop the the floor before dressing. The last touch was a pair of though high faux fur boots.
I was dressed exactly like a cat.
With a final sigh I unlock the bedroom door and glare at Dorian who holds a smirk on his smug face.
"Go to hell!" I spat at him, brushing past the man before making my way to the couch and slinking onto the seats.
"So what am I doing today?" I ask, trying to cover as much skin.
"You're going to help me in the design studio. You're just as amazing as any designer and I could use some input." I couldn't believe this idiot. He wanted me to help with his design. Does he not realize that he was asking the enimy for help?
With a slight smirk I realized I could use this as an oportunity to learn the layout of the building and with new found energy I bounce off the couch and make my way towards the door.
"Let's go then."
I knew my response had him questioning my motive but I didn't care. If it meant I could leave early and make it to safety I would take it.
With one last questioning look my way, Dorian joins me at the door before opening it and allowing me out first. I already knew this was the dead end hall way from the first attempt at freedom so that meant I would have to go down the halls with him towards where the studio was. I mean I could try and escape again and risk being caught but he probubly has that in mind. Maybe I could surprise him and play along until I could make my escape plan.
With the thought in mind I allow Dorian to lead me down the hall way, to the all too familiar stairs until we came to the three way cross road.
I looked down the hall where the exit to the free world was and I couldn't help but long for the freedom it could grant me. But I wasn't risking being punished. Not today.
"You can run if you want." His deep voice rumbles through the quiet hall and I just shook my head.
"I'm not stupid enough to try and escape again the next day. Besides I wouldn't get far and I don't want another punishment." I answer truthfully, turning to give the man my attention.
"Lead the way Dorian. Might as well delve back into the fashion world." With that he takes my hand gently and leads me down another hallway and away from freedom.