Insane in the Mew Mew, part 2

“Are you Hungry Mew Mew?”I ask and he nods. I begin to cackle manically, falling to the concrete floor; I accidentally bang my head off the floor, ouch. Fuck me sideways.1

“I love that I can make you laugh instead of angry like the rest of these tossers.”Cate chuckles and helps me to my feet. I stumble and he grabs me, laughing, we’re in the parking lot thingy where cars are, mew.2

“Screw me Catey mew-mew.”I pout and he opens his car door for me.3

“If you wait pumpkin, I’ll give you the best fucking night of your life.”He whispers into my ear and bites my earlobe roughly; it gives me a big thrill.4

I’ll wait, I tell myself, both of us getting into the back of the car; the driver is waiting for us. His driver, our pet, sweetheart Jon Daniels, begins driving, my head resting on Cates shoulder; I will never leave his side.5

Cate strokes my hair; I don’t know how he puts up with me. I wake him up in the middle of the night by hurting him, only to hurt him more. I like hurting him, to hear him make sounds for me. He never yells at me, never hits me, never complains, I’m confused with him, he treats me like a God, ‘do what you will’ sort of thing.6

I strokes Cates leg and he sighs, running his fingers through my hair.7

I dig my fingers into his thigh and he closes his eyes, making a pleased sound.8

“I love you.”I say with a giggle and he takes my hands.9

“I know you do, I listen to you while you whisper it to me before you start playing with my body every night.”He smiles and kisses my knuckles, I giggle.10

“I like playing with your body, but I love you more, tell me if you don’t like what I do to you bumpkin.”I pout and he makes me looks at him face.11

“I’m yours, whatever you want; I’ll do it for you, get it for you, and let you do it for me, same with your needs.”He promises and I jump into his lap, my lips smothering his.12

“You’re all I want and need.”I giggle and he smiles.13

“I hope so.”He whispers and I begin to bite, his neck, his mouth, his shoulders, his cheek, every where I can get at, hard.14

He makes little pained noises and it excites me, I like the sounds, he doesn’t know that, at least I don’t think so... Hehehe.15

“Nom, nom, nom.”I joke and he laughs, sighing happily.16

“Where would you like to go boss?”Jon asks.17

“Home.”Cate answers, grabbing my wrist to keep me from beating at him. He knows I hate it when all his attention isn’t on me.18

“Pumpkin, Honey, Bumblebee, my heart is yours.”Cate says and I giggle, I’m a little bumblebee all yellow and black, I wonder if he wants all of that.19

“Mew-mew, I can’t live without you boo.”I say and he laughs, tree in the num-num, woot.20

“You’d be locked up without me, which is a guarantee.”He says.21

“They can take my body but they can’t take my spirit.”I laugh and he pinches my cheeks.22

They all stare at us; some even got a hold of me and beat the crap out of me for being homosexual, they were all arrested for attempted murder, it made me snap, though, I’m glad that Cate stuck by even if he was threatened, beaten and put down.23

“Kitten baby.”I sing, with a severe twitch under my eye.24

“Awe, babe, don’t cry.”He says. He knows the signs, the softness of my song, the twitching eye, and the tighter muscles.25

“Why can’t I cry?”I whisper, tears beginning to fall.26

I have bipolar depression but because of my condition it is really weird. I become violent; I only get sad when I don’t have all of Cates attention.27

“You have all of my attention. Say that you have all of my attention.”He says.28

“I have all of you attention.”I say, hiding behind my hair.29

“Baby doll, look at me please.”He says and tucks my hair behind my ears.30

I look at the beautiful man before me, golden tan, big blue eyes, long black hair, bountiful backside, slender waist and pouty lips.31

“Now say it.”He says strongly, his eyes locked defiantly on mine.32

“All of your attention is on me.”I say and he smiles broadly, making me smile.33

“Now for that, what do I get?”He asks and I giggle, clapping my hands together.34

I unbutton his shirt and run my fingers over the bruises, welts and scars on his stomach. He says he likes being marked by me, but I don’t like marking his chest, it’s too perty (spelt it incorrectly on purpose).35

I make a frustrated noise and he cups my cheek, he knows how conflicted I am about his chest. I have no problem with biting his stomach, his legs, his shoulders, but the minute I want to bite his chest it hurts, I don’t want to mark something so pretty, but I like hurting him, owning all of him.36

“Bite it but don’t make it bleed, ok?”He whispers, giving me an alternative, letting me hurt him and not scar him, I love that pussycat!37

I bite all over his muscular chest making him let out little pained whimpers, not even a little bit of ruby spills from his chest, just red marks rise up on his skin.38

I laugh and he hugs me, chuckling, happy, that’s good.39

“Someone has touched you!”I growl, he doesn’t smell right, something is different.40

“Yes, my mother came over and gave me a warm hug.”He says, knowing that I can tell a lie, I notice things sane people don’t.41

“Some male also held you, touched you, I can taste it.”I hiss and he makes me look in his eyes.42

“My little brother, Honey, he’s barely ten years old.”He chuckles and I sigh, relaxing.43

“I thought he smelt a bit young.”I mumble and he makes me stroke his chest, yummy.44

“You know damn well that my heart is yours.”He chuckles and I kiss his chest.45

“It doesn’t mean other people don’t want you.”I say and he laughs warmly.46

“How do you think I feel? They’re all drooling over you; you’re stunning, busted nose and everything.”He says and kisses the bridge of my nose; it has been broken a few times because of the beatings I received.47

My bottom lip starts to tremble; I don’t want anyone else to like me.48

I burst into unreasonable tears and he hushes me, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me tightly.49

“No one will love you like I do.”He chuckles and the car stops.50

I look out the window and the biggest smile comes onto my face.51

“The bids, they dance for us, look at the pretty birds.”I laugh; big black crows are flapping about, fighting over a dead rabbit.52

“They dance for your return lover; they welcome you home with their dance.”He chuckles and I clap my hand exuberantly.53

“Can we dance with them?”I giggle and he nods, smiling and opening the car door.54

We get out of the car and we dance around our yard, the crows look at us with their evil blue eyes but continue to eat the rabbit.55

I laugh and grip his hips, he’s so pretty, there is no way his blue could ever be evil to me.56

He rests his head on top of my head and I relax, no one is here to hurt us today.57

“Is your body as warm as mine?”He asks, so gentle.58

“Is the snow white at the moment mew-mew?”I smile.59

“Yes.”He chuckles, spinning me around so my back is pressed to the front of his body. 60

Winter here is so beautiful, it snows, covering the Black Woods in fluffy white ground, the trees are blackened, it’s such a beautiful sight, so cold but beautiful with a lover beside you. The brick wall hiding us from the harsh world, it’s like a fairy tale, long flush meadows in spring, but just as beautiful in winter with snow all over it. Then the castle of a house made of stone, it’s so different from the city, I really like it.61

“So there is your answer.”I giggle, waving Jon off down the long and crooked driveway.62

Jon drives off and I turn around to face Cate.63

“Wanna go for a walk in the Black lover?”I giggle and Cate nods, taking my hand.64

I skip and twirl as he walks with me into the woods; we live on the edge of the woods together. The trees are dark and leafless, so beautiful winter, the snow falling onto our heads.65

I dance closer to Cate and he buttons up his trench coat, it is a bit chilly.66

I hide under his coat, my head resting on his exposed chest; it is so warm as I escape from the cold.67

I grab his snake and Cate gasps, it’s a thick snake compared to mine.68

“You hot enough to keep it up?”He teases.69

“Does the sun rise every morning?”I grin nastily.70

“Yes, from the west it rises.”He chuckles and I stroke him roughly, through his black dress pants.