Chapter Five
Possession
I heard the door open behind me. The b***h was home. I couldn’t help but shuddering, thankfully not enough to set off the motion sensors.
I heard two sets of heels enter and stop behind me.
“Who’s that?” a young feminine voice asked.
“You mean what,” my owner answered.
“I mean... what?”
“Yes,” she said.
“But... ”
“But, what?” my owner asked.
“That’s a... man, Amanda.”
“No, Julie, it’s not.”
“It looks like a man.”
“Looks can be deceiving.”
“Still... ”
“Julie, I agree that even I use the pronoun ‘who’ or ‘he’ when referring to him as if that were a person but, it isn’t.”
“Amanda, I... ”
“Julie, trust me. That creature crouching there is not a man.”
“Okay... so... what is... ... it?”
“One of my possessions.”
“Possessions?”
“Yes, like that lamp
