My slave your owner

The feline had spent several days exploring the cavern. Usualy when Vrel wasnt around to complain about her being in his personal space. Today she was sure she could find him no matter where he hid within the dark space, she was also sure she could tolorate his moody complaints.

After a few minuts she would drag one of the carcases that her pet had previously stored into one of the larger rooms. She was right about one thing, she could find him. She would droo what she had been dragging so she could speek clearly. "Where have you been these last few days my pet?" she would ask, completely ignoring the fact that, when she made him a slave, he told her not to call him pet.