He may be a crazy person. “Ah, yes, I see the difference.”
His fingertips dipped in dried red reached out for me…but, first, he paused to sneeze. His entire body shuddered, then he sneezed a second time, cupping his hands over his mouth to catch it.
I grimaced. “Ew. Are you sick?”
“No, it’s my allergies,” he groaned, took out a small bottle of sanitiser from his pocket and cleaned his hands. “I can’t do cat hair.”
I slipped my eyes down to Cauliflower who lounged at the edge of my bed, her white fluffed fur camouflaged into my blankets.
He tucked the sanitiser back into his jeans’ pocket. “Do you have a cat in here?”
“No.”
“Oh.” He spotted Cauliflower through her stretch and reached out his hand.
“Don’t hurt her!”
“That's a cute fucking cat.” He tucked his finger under Cauliflower’s chin. “Hey, Kitty.”
Usually, she would claw and drag to hell whoever dared near her radius. The evidence of this came from scratches up my arms. Cauliflower, however, found favour in the kidnapper/murderer/cannibal man over the one who actually fed and cared for her.
“Please leave my cat alone,” I said. “I would prefer if you direct your attentions towards me.” Scratches or not, Cauliflower was my baby. “Stop it.”
He continued to pet her.
“Stop it!”
He lifted his hand.
I shooed Cauliflower away. “I don’t much feel like getting out of bed, so, I will not be going with you. Can I assist you with anything else? Is there anything I can give you?”
“You, Princess.”
“Lovely.”
“You’remine.”
“Lovely.”
“I’m going to save you.”
“Lovely.”
“Now, do I have your consent to touch—”
I ripped out the small pocketknife I kept against my outer thigh and stabbed it directly into his shoulder, specifically to the axillary artery where he would bleed out and ruin my cotton sheets, but I did not mind. I was considering changing to silk.
Horribly, I missed.
There was no bleeding out.
No changing to silk sheets.
I landed the blow justnextto his axillary artery because the bastard moved. He moved! Rude. A half-second was all it took. Faster than light and he managed to evade death.
Still, I did not waste the moment and lunged for my bracelet, but he seized me by the arm, yanking me back.
I groaned and twisted, re-grabbing my blade in his shoulder and shovelled it back into his flesh a second time. “Bastard!”
