Page 85 of His Little Devil

DONOVAN

It's been a month since the day I was kidnapped and turned into this fluff ball. I only know this because Layna was talking about Silver being a wife to her ‘Master’ for a month now.

I don't know what day it is exactly, because I am stuck in this room, going out of my mind with boredom.

Being a cat fucking sucks. I have to piss in a box full of sand now, because Luke caught on to what I was doing and made an invisible wall to the entrance of the closet. If I even attempt to walk through I bounce off of it like rubber.

Not to mention the new static wall around his bookshelves. Ugh, all I get to do these days is lay about in their room. Yeah, I get it was gross, but it was my only sense of fun and payback.

I tried clawing Luke to shreds, but Silver conjured these baby mittens for my front paws.

Kane comes and visits me sometimes in my torture chamber, aka, my play yard for cats. I guess there is a tiger roaming around the castle, and Silver is scared that I’ll be eaten.

Honestly at this moment, I may welcome it.

If I need to watch Silver and Luke fuck one more time, I may just try and murder them in this form. I thought her betrayal before was unforgivable, but being by her side these past few weeks have proven that her shame has no bounds.

She seems as obsessed with him as he is with breeding her. I know all about the prophecy and the supposed Star Child. Silver still doesn’t have a clue, but I think she’s starting to realize something is up.

Stretching my limbs with a purr, I jump up onto the bed. I avoid Luke’s pillow and face plant onto Silver’s. Even though she’s not the same woman I fell in love with, she does still smell the same.

I miss her even though she's right here, laughing and practicing her magic with Kane.

He gives her a smile and I can see how much he's fallen for her. Can't blame him.

She's easy to love. God, even as a cat I'm a total fucking simp for her. The way my heart races every time she laughs and when we cuddle, yes I know, but she's so snuggly.

I watch them for a little while imagining that I was the one she was working on her magic with.

She's incredible. I always knew she would be.

“So have you thought more of a new name for your cat?” Kane asks her and Silver laughs, looking at me.

Scrunching her nose, she sighs.

“Don't laugh at me, but I want to call him Donovan. I don't know why, but he just reminds me of him so much. Or maybe it's because I miss him. Shit, please don’t repeat that. Luke is possessive enough,” she mumbles her eyes wide, and she bites her bottom lip.

My heart races, and I perk my head up. Fuck, maybe she does sense me after all.

Kane laughs, but it's fake as hell.

Shaking her head she focuses once more on building a shield to protect herself. Getting frustrated, she screams and throws a ball of fire at the drapes.

Kane mumbles under his breath, extinguishing the flames, and Silver begins to rant.

I've noticed since the wedding she's been changing. Less patient, more capable for temper tantrums that usually include a flare up of her magic.

Something happened to her after the coronation, but some of the things she’s doing now even twist my stomach.

And what is with her obsession with torturing evil dictators we learned about in school?

Like don’t get me wrong the fuckers deserve it, but she gets way too much joy peeling the skin from their bones only for it to regenerate, and have her do it again the next day.

Luke doesn’t even bother accompanying her anymore and he's the fucking Devil. But she keeps me by her side at all times in this fucking death trap she calls a harness.

I find it funny she’s this great powerful witch, and she still uses human things.

I think she forgets at times that she has magic and can conjure anything she wants, or better yet, bind me to her side.