It is saturday and mom and Dad aren’t home because they have gone out. Your big brother is watching over you so your parents have a little free time.
Right now the two of you are sitting on the couch in the living room and you watch a movie. Your brother doesn‘t seem very invested which makes you sad so you ask him: „I don’t want to watch anymore, can we play something, pleaseee?“ slowly your brother turns away from his phone and looks at you as if he was thinking. Then he smiles at you. „Sure. Let me think of a good game… I will be a fine Gentlemen so you will call me Sir. And you‘ll be my kitty cat“ „That sounds great!“ you say amazed. Your brother chuckles „That’s right my little kitty. But didn‘t you forget something? How do kittys call a fine Gentlemen?“ you look at him with big eyes until you remember what he means: „That will be great, Sir!“ you say proudly. Your brother pets your head gently in approval.
„Now, now, we will have to get you what every good kitty has. Follow me.“ He turns to walk out of the living room, standing in the door, he looks back at you over his shoulder. „My, forgetful today, are we? Don’t you know that cats walk on four legs?“ you stare at him because you can’t believe that he takes your game this seriously. He has never played with you like this before. When you realize that, you smile widely before you get down on all fours and crawl after him as he leads you towards his room.
When he arrives you can see him leaning over a drawer, apparently looking for something specific. With a simple wave of his hand he calls you towards him. You follow. „Right, come here. You know how every proper and fine lady kitty wears a collar?“ you nod and he shows you the collar that he took from the drawer. „It’s pink!“ you shout and lean into his hand as he pets you again. His hand wanders beneath your chin and lifts it, for a moment you meet his eyes and you see something like satisfaction in them but you can’t quite figure his expression out entirely. He puts it gently but firmly around your neck, tightening it enough for you to feel it with every breath. „Let me just see if it fits you correctly…“ he mumbles as he pulls at the collar which makes you fall forward and cough at the sudden pressure on your throat. You land between his knees and try to hold your balance by putting a hand on his leg.
When you look up at him his face is way closer to yours than you expected, his eyes deepening with something dangerous hiding in them. „I‘m sorry, kitty. I didn’t mean for that to happen.“ he apologizes in a low voice, although, Something tells you he didn‘t really mean it. But when he sits on the floor and gently lifts you into his lap, stroking through your hair, you quickly forget that feeling…
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I have plenty of ideas to continue this story I‘m just too lazy to write it down
