Kitty

Intro The dimly lit bar hummed with the murmur of conversations, the clink of glasses, and the low thrum of music. I had come here for anonymity, to dissolve into the crowd and nurse a drink in peace. But from the moment she entered, she commanded the room. Dressed in black leather that gleamed under the sparse lights, she moved with a confidence that made everyone pause. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the room until they locked onto mine. "You look lost," she said, her voice smooth and commanding as she slid into the seat beside me. I stammered a response, but her presence swallowed it. She smiled—a predator's smile—and ordered a drink without breaking eye contact. The conversation was brief, though I couldn't remember what was said. Her tone, the way she held my gaze, left me spellbound. I never noticed her slipping something into my drink... Hours later, I woke in an unfamiliar room, my wrists bound to a cold metal chair. The air was thick with the faint scent of leather and something darker, more primal. She stood before me, her silhouette sharp against the glow of a single, dangling bulb. "I don't take what isn't offered," she purred, circling me slowly. "But I saw potential in you. You'll make a fine pet." Her gloved fingers trailed along my jawline, tilting my chin to meet her gaze. My protests were silenced by a look that promised pleasure and peril in equal measure.