HURACIO
“Do not touch anything. I am on my way.” I grunted into the phone after seeing the clips of what Katalina reduced my house to.
Two hours later, I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, unable to comprehend the devastation surrounding me. Everything was broken, toppled, and trashed.
“Whose blood…”
“I think she hurt her legs,” Rosa replied.
My heart tightened at her words.
“Get me the first aid box,” I grumbled and hurried upstairs.
Opening the door, I met her sprawled on the ground, sleeping. She was wearing a bathrobe which covered everything. I reached out to lift the hems so I could check her wounds.
They were covered in scratches of different degrees. There were small patches of dried blood near her feet, and her white robe was also stained.
Sighing, I made to scoop her off the floor, thinking she was deeply asleep considering how tired she looked.
Instantly, she jerked out of her sleep and glared at me. Her eyes were red and wild.
“Kitty…”
“You son of a bitch!” She growled and pushed me away.
Shocked, I was startled and staggered backward.
“Katalina!” I sternly growled.
“Don’t you dare call my name!” She got to her feet and growled at me.
I simply couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Katalina looked wild. It was as if she was having a mental breakdown.
That was by the way. Where did she get the guts to be brave in front of me, her master?
Raising my brows I warned; “You need to calm down. Whatever it is, we can talk about it.”
Though I was upset by that push and her tone, I still tried to calm her down because the alternative was undesirable.
“You cheated on me. You cheated on my Mum. You also cheated on that girl. What kind of a monster are you? How dare you tell me to calm down?”
She started walking and yelling until she was right in front of me, growling like a wild animal.
Looking into her eyes, I knew being reasonable with her wouldn’t work. Whatever crazy space she was in mentally, she needed to be knocked out of it.
I sneered and grabbed her by the neck.
Shocked, she grabbed my hands, trying to pry them off, but it was useless. I scoffed at her useless efforts and started choking her slowly.
“Seems like I have over-pampered you. You don’t know your place anymore, pet.”
Her face darkened at the word ‘Pet’. I only use it when I want her to role-play a dog as a punishment.
“Huracio, I am choking, please.” She croaked.
Really? She was still calling me by my name?
Now getting pissed off by her stubbornness, I increased the pressure on her lungs until her face completely turned red. Her eyes were tearing up, and she couldn’t even croak. She struggled, flapping her hands and twisting her body. I expressionlessly watched her struggle until her eyes started rolling into the back of her head. I then released her neck and slapped her across the face.
With a loud thud, she dropped to the ground and started coughing violently.
I crouched beside her and sneered angrily.
“What did you call me again?” I whispered.
“Ma-mast-ter!” She gasped, in between coughs.
“You are just one of my pets, Kitty. I married you because your mother stood me up. Have you forgotten?”
Looking up with red, wet eyes filled with dread, she tried to speak, but the coughs were relentless.
I smirked coldly and grabbed her hair. Pulling her up until she was on her knees. I placed my lips by her ear and whispered gravelly.
“You have no rights except what I allow. You have no freedom except what I give. You are just a pet. My whore. A slut that I own. Don’t you ever forget that again?”
Her body shivered and she whimpered. “Yes, Master.”
Letting her go, I walked to the door and then turned to face her.
“Clean everything up before I return, pet.”
At that moment, her coughs became more violent. She seemed to have choked on her saliva.
I stared down at her until she gathered herself and croaked out; “Yes Master.”
Done, I walked out of the room., hoping that I wouldn’t have to go to the extreme to get her back in line.
Instead of going back to the office, I went to Diamonds. It’s a clubhouse belonging to Salvatore and my regular hangout spot.
As I walked into the building, several men and scantily dressed girls called out their greetings.
Too angry, I ignored them and just kept walking until I entered the restricted part of the building.
“Where is Ane?” I burst into the manager’s office and asked.
“Ane?” The study-looking, middle-aged man sprung to his feet and asked.
“Are you deaf?”
“I am sorry, boss. I will go look for her now.”
“Take her to the pit.”
The moment I said that Malik’s face paled.
“Boss, the Pit?” He stuttered.
Ignoring him, I snorted and left.
Getting to my private quarters, I sat down and started rewatching the clips from Ane’s encounter with Katalina. I received them on my way here and had seen them twice already.
There was no camera inside the toilet, but that didn’t matter. Ane stalked Katalin, Rosa, and Emilia for more than three hours before she followed Katalina into the toilet. Knowing her very well, there was no need for me to see what she did before having an idea of what might have gone down inside the toilet. What I didn’t understand is how Katalina survived a faceoff with three girls, coming out unscathed.
It then moved to the clips from the cameras at home. The rage Katalina displayed was appalling. I never knew she was capable of such energy.
I should be annoyed, but the more I watched, the better I felt about myself. That level of rage can only be caused by intense jealousy. Shouldn’t that mean that she had feelings for me?
I have never considered the possibility of her falling for me. I don’t need her to love me. She is just a pet. All I needed from her was submission and devotion. She didn’t need to like me to do this. She just needed to accept that I was her master and submit. But seeing her getting possessive, I couldn’t help but be moved.
Though I liked it, it also showed that I have a long way to go if she will turn into a true pet. A master can have as many pets as he wants, while a pet can only have one master.
She must be trained to accommodate others.