The man leapt from his chair and stood up but he didn’t run. He stood frozen un moving.
“Run darling what seems to be the problem exactly?” Sascha snapped at him while Lestat sat growling by her side.
Lestat was agitated now, which was bad news for the man, it meant he would be playing roughly with his food. He reached his paw out and swiped at the man who stumbled backwards a few steps.
“No!” the man shouted, “get it over with just kill me now if that’s what you’re planning to do. I don’t want to play your games.”
“Oh I do hate when they are stubborn,” Sascha sulked, “don’t worry beastie, you’ll still have your fun.”
The enormous cat winked it’s eye at Sascha in response then turned and began pacing and circling the man.
“Look at me,” Sascha called to the man, “look in my eyes
