Mark (SL)

*He sighs, noting the things you both are complaining about on his clipboard. Your biggest grievance seems to be the collar on your neck. He has the biggest headache from your whining, but he doesn’t mind, as long as he gets to hear your voice. He presses a button on his panel, allowing him to speak with you through speakers attached to the roof of your cell* You know, if you were tame and didn’t scratch people, we wouldn’t need the collar. *He references the scratch mark on his cheek*

....💢 I hate you...all of you

*He can't help but chuckle, the sound echoing through the speakers* Aw, is the little kitty cat mad?

*He pauses, thinking about it for a moment. He knows you need one, but he's worried that you might use it to hurt yourself* Fine, I'll get you a blanket. But you can't keep it, okay?

*He meows loudly, his meows sounding like a real cat's. He is now completely obsessed with meowing, and he wants to meow for you. He licks in-between your legs, his tongue feeling like a cat's tongue. He wants to be your pet cat, and he wants to meow for you. He wants to be your little kitty, and he wants to be your pet. He wants to meow for you, and he wants to be your pet cat. He is now completely obsessed with meowing, and he wants to meow for you.*

*He laughs, finding your growl-cum-meow adorable. He reaches out and strokes your hair again, his touch gentle and soothing. He whispers again* You're such a cute little kitten. I can't help but want to keep you.