Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Thirty-One

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Cat was sitting in the middle of the bed, her sketchbook laid out in front of her as she worked away at the paper. She hadn't thought she'd start drawing again it was something she'd given up a long time ago. When she knew that it wasn't going to take her anywhere in life like she'd hoped; she switched studies from art to curricular, the portfolio had been tucked away, and she became a teacher instead.

But she couldn't bring herself to throw the pictures away, each one had a part of her soul sewn into it. It wasn't something she could explain, even as she glanced up to look at the leather bound pages in question. Although none of them would seem important to anyone else, they were to her. Not as much as her latest ones she had mass produced already. All of which had one singular subject in common...

Her stalker.

Other than her list of guesses to his species; which was only growing, she had added several erotic images that now lived rent free in her mind. Evolving from the things he'd already done to her already to the even freakier things she let him do to her in her dreams. Of course, she hadn't shared any of this new collection with Kalayavan, but that also didn't mean he hadn't already seen some of them on his own.

It was seemingly part of his 'charming' personality to have interest in knowing absolutely everything about her. She wouldn't be surprised if he knew more intimate things about her own body than she did. The man seemed to know her own thoughts and desires before she did.

A knock drew her attention from her latest work, her hand frozen in fear as her man would have likely announced himself instead of knocking. When she didn't answer right away, there was another knock, this one a little louder, no in a way that could be perceived as threatening.

Establishing this when a small voice cried out alongside the third more rapid contact, "Are you in the bathroom?"

Cat's eyebrows pulled together as the voice of Sophia Notlimah reached her. Flipping the cover around, she laid the closed book off to the side with the mechanical pencil sitting on top. She slide from the bed and hurried over to the door, hesitating before she pulled the door away. Knowing she wasn't supposed to open the door for anyone other than Him, she guessed he was talking about the men with guns; not an innocent child, probably just looking for company.

Unlocking the door, she pulled it open to reveal the young lady of the house. "Kal showed up without you," she stated the fact, coming in and not turning to watch Cat close and re-lock the door. "I was told to leave," rolling her eyes, she walked over to the chair that Kalayavan and Cat had been in the night before. "Apparently I'm not old enough for grown up talk," the girl was acting as if they were already close, and she could confess anything to the older female, "But apparently neither are you, if he left you up here."

Huffing out a breath, "Pretty sure I'm just as old as he is," by the looks of it she would say only a few younger than him, although she hadn't exactly asked him how old he was either. Her over active imagination was happy to create an answer for her though, 'he is at least seven hundred and eighty-two'. "Maybe I just don't want to be apart of the 'grown-up' talk."

Walking away from the chair without sitting down, Sophia sauntered to the edge of the bed, walking past the slight stain that was there from the couple's first act of intimacy there. "Why wouldn't you? All the juicy stuff happens when the kids aren't allowed to be around."

Cat wondered if the girl knew more about what went on here than originally had been assumed. "So does a lot of the bad," the more experienced female added effectively ending that particular discussion. "Please don't take this the wrong way," slowly walking over so that she was standing on the other side of the bed than the girl, "But what are you doing here?"