Sammy

The purring cat rubbed his side against the visitor’s legs, making her yelp. His fur must have tickled the young woman. The room was dim and dank, but it didn’t bother Sammy. His eyes were made to see in the dark. His human stood over a dirty sink, washing a knife he had just used. Sammy wanted his attention, but knew that when he was with a young woman he would never get it. So, Sammy hopped onto the lady’s lap. Again, she gave a little scream, but didn't shush him away. Sammy figured she just liked cats.

A thick, dark liquid dripped from the girl’s arm. Sammy didn’t understand why she wasn’t wiping it away. He began to lick it. It had a metallic taste, like rare meat. She was shaking so violently, Sammy thought her chair was the cause of the vibrating. He purred again. It felt nice to be on a massage chair, and the warmth of the woman’s body made him feel right at home. He continued to lick her arm as she grunted.

The man turned around to see Sammy on his female friend. “Hey, get off of her, you stupid cat!” he yelled and swatted at Sammy. He hopped off before the knife could cut him. But he felt bad, because the blade slashed the woman, who screamed so loudly, Sammy put his paws over his ears. The screaming continued for another ten minutes. By the end, the young woman was very still and more of that dark liquid pooled the floor. His human was also covered in it, like he always was when he was done with his friends.

As the man carried his friend up the basement stairs, Sammy drank from the think pool that had formed again. Sammy couldn’t remember the first time his human brought home a friend, but this wasn’t the first time, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. All Sammy knew was that he never say them again.

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