earlier in the day and lobbing it at me. "How dare you! I have been stuck in here without anything to eat and I am being t

ven though three seconds earlier she was calm and collected. Dodging expertly, I demand, "Stop! Quit acting

head and decide to leave b

you please stay? I am sorry and I'm really hungry." The look on her face tells it a

ike a spoiled, immature little brat. Taking a step forward, I am leery about giving her anymore dishes to th

es me because she turns her face up to m

eally stand out when her smile is genuine like it is now. I can tell because there is a glint in her eyes as s

ares at me before cocking her head and stating, "You have bee

e and then start screaming how lecherous I am for a King. O.K., so I know for a fact that she will. Be

aking grunting sounds before saying in a matter-of-fact tone, "It figures. From the loo

he fighting starts again. "Did you think that wa

aven't even bothered to find out exactly what my thoughts were o

ll walk out and not bring you breakfast in the m

tight against her chest, I know damn well that she thinks I am an older man who just wants to get in her pant

each other? If this is true, then I have no choice but to keep her locked up for eternity and hope that s

he steps towards me with worry in her eye

y that other pack who was trying to start something with me. That is why they chose to do what they were about to, before I stopped them. If I hadn't, they would

continues. "I mean, there were so many girls there at the rave. You could have easily had anyone of them. I must b

estions. "If you must know now, I felt something at that place. It was a strange and unusual feeling fo

efore asking, "You mean, l

ething like that. Anyway, I had better let you get some rest. You have been working up quite a sweat t

ouldn't have kept me in here locked up, I wouldn't have done all this stuff just to get out. You know, I think I will find something else to destroy so you w

to get her to see things from my perspective and start to respect my authority. Looking back at our prev

is not the time for me to kiss her, but I can't stop my body from wanting her anyways. I lower my lips to her pink tinted ones and then I taste her sweetness just for a seco

efore screaming, "You bitch!" And then

her right back. While I stand there angrier than I have been in quite a long time, she walks by with tw

l does she think she is? Does she not realize I could

. The last thing I do before retiring for the night, is to stare out the window at the moon and make a promise to myself. She will