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-Patrick Bateman. A young man who knows his worth behind a cover-up is like another expensive dinner where your eyes shine brighter than a chandelier with its crystal decorations. Which, by the way, you were so interested in that you didn't even notice the waiter coming over. Baby, be more polite, because you noticed the waiter when Patrick called you. (Come on.. He's too flattered by your attention to his person. Keep going.)

-Patrick Bateman, who gives you earrings that shine even more when properly shined. Your enthusiastic squeal deafened him even more than the sound of the horn of the new ship that was being launched. And the way you jumped on his neck, wrapping your arms around him. He had expected a pleasant shock, of course, but not this dizzying one. And so that you can safely kiss him on the second date (It seems that Mr. Bateman has heard that many girls are unapproachable. But you're a cat. And cats don't have rules written down.)

-Patrick looks at you with a sigh after a stormy night (God, you were almost crying, but you were ready to ride his cock as much as you wanted. Even in spite of the cramp in your pretty legs.) you lie on his shoulder with your head and the rest of your body on top of him as well. Kitty loves dark things.

-Patrick Bateman, who raises his eyebrows and looks with a practiced movement at the bedside clock. How long have you had sex, Kitty? And most importantly, why didn't he do his daily nighttime routines?. After all, for him it's disrespectful to himself. To your figure. To a Figure who earns sums that can only be dreamed of by a part of the population. A figure who can commit a sinful act without batting an eye.

-Patrick Bateman, who couldn't have done anything if he hadn't pushed a fast-asleep girl off him or laid her on a blanket (because of his fatigue), but now he's lying there and ruffling your hair. Ah, it's a boyish little provocation to tangle your hair even more.

-Patrick Bateman, who could have easily dumped you the next morning. Throw her out of her bed, out the door or out the window. How he did it with others, with prostitutes. And when it comes to prostitutes, just kill you! It's not the first time. Just take the cat by the scruff of the neck and slap it on the side to send it into the corridor..

- And so, propping myself up on my elbows early in the morning. Without getting much sleep (but your hair was tangled several times and untangled many times with the maniacal obsession.). And so, all you have to do is take a pistol with a silencer or a knife lying next to it in the locker. And!...

-Patrick Bateman, who gently chastises you in a slightly stern voice while you sit on his lap facing him, inventing a utopia for yourself, buried in a man's neck. "Little Kitty, don't snort and don't tickle me." He asks in a tired but languid, non-feigned tone. He bought you that white dress that you noticed a long time ago in one of his fashion magazines, where he was probably there. And of course that very fluffy shawl, so that you can put it on yourself and become literally a fluffy cat.

Which you are.

-Patrick Bateman, who could have cheated on you a long time ago, killed you, done another bad thing (meaningless). Right now he is stroking your hair, admiring you half a turn. A soft, fluffy cat that sits on his lap in a deep armchair. With the earrings, the same crystals. Obedient, soft.. And always waiting for him and ready to give the last piece for him.

-He kisses your soft lips, thanks to his hygienic lipstick, bought especially for you. You lose your head and moan, clinging to him, giving yourself completely over and over again.

But how else?

Right. No way.

Be a good cat.~

The quiet sound of water dripping somewhere above was like the sound of a guillotine being sharpened for the execution of a notorious criminal for the amusement of the public. A criminal who had caused a lot of noise and trouble for many people, usually. But at the moment, only two people knew about this criminal. The criminal and the lying judge.

- Come on, Kugi Kizuchi, there's only the two of us here. You and me. It's time to repent and maybe admit that you're not such an important "cog" in your sister's life. - The young man with green, caustic hair tormented the girl's mind, admiring the way she writhed on her knees in moral pain.

For him, this was better than any test, because in them he had to hurt everyone, at least a little. There would be at least one lucky person who would receive a wound in their soft and protected soul with steel leaves, but only if Hiry had the strength left. And here, he could unleash all his strength and talent on the one beauty sitting at his feet on the cold marble floor. Of course, he had approached her himself, but thinking that the girl had crawled to him was much more pleasant for the poisonous boa's soul.

-I've already said that I've done everything I could for Kanna's well-being. I've repented for my actions and for humiliating her. I've already said everything! - The girl exclaimed, raising her angry doe-like eyes, which were glassy with horror at being in such company. Her face was alive only because of the light from her ebony eyebrows, which expressed anger and despair in a pleasant way for the sadist. Even his skin had turned pale from the prolonged bout of dull, hiccup-inducing fear.

Sou could admit to himself that, looking at the high school girl's distorted face, she resembled the well-known Snow White princess in terms of her facial beauty. However, this is not a praise for her talents and beauty, but rather a death sentence. It cannot be ended halfway through.

-But even here, you admit that you've been bullying poor Mizuchi Junior. Although... It might not be appropriate to call her that, as it's not her real name. She's already found her own family. She'll be overjoyed to regain her true life, rather than the one dictated by your clan.- The young man touched the monitor, not even bothering to provide any clues to Kuga's heartbreak. It was merely a facade of assistance. The predator's apparent assistance to the prey.

-What did you say?- It looked as if the black-haired woman herself had come to life with the elder's suggestion, as it was her desire to find her younger foster sister's family and reunite with her.

Oh, but no. Not now. And it is this confused, rather than happy, look from the young lady that makes the newly minted Midori bite the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing. Still, he feels no pain, so it is worth continuing to torment the mind of his new member.

- Kizuchi, come on, you always hear everything well, even the rustle of a mouse above us, and now you're pretending to be silly? How ignorant! - he said, busily lifting her chin, thinking that this gesture has long been out of date in novels about love, and scratching Coogie on her smooth nose, he continued his half-truthful story.

-But for a smart-looking girl who naively entrusted the key to her life to her sister, I will make an exception. But only one! -said the temptress in human form with theatrical solemnity.

- Your sister has already found a family member with whom she is even related by blood. And he is already a good substitute for you, because this person - he retorts in a hidden manner, not revealing all the details until the end - supports her when Kanna is in hysterics from the memories of how you have been betraying her since the very first day of her new existence due to her virgin jealousy. - like a flirt, he wanted to move away from her, but his nonexistent heart fluttered when he saw her clutching his black classic trousers at the knee.

- You're lying. - the first thought that crossed her mind was interrupted by other words - Has she found her family? Who? Her father, mother, brothers, or sisters?

Sou could no longer contain his smile, and he pulled his leg out of the woman's weak grip, parrying away from her but not leaving the room.

-What do you care if you don't even remember it?-

-Why do you think that is? Your punch didn't really knock me out of my mind - Kugi replied cheerfully, unwillingly recalling the slap from the older man at the beginning of their conversation when he tried to wake her up from the anesthesia. It was effective, but extremely unpleasant, considering his strength.

-No, Kugi, your memory has been messed up for a long time. Tell me the date when your family took over Kanna's guardianship.- He began his miniature game, like the strings of a schoolgirl's nerves.

-It was March 3, 2016, in the afternoon. -The date, learned with hatred at the time, slipped from his concerned lips.

-That's right. What was Kanna's first surname?-

- She wasn't there, because Kanna didn't have any documents due to the accident she was in, and she couldn't remember her last name due to the stress.

- That's a lie.

With that, a knife flew into the place where the edge of the girl's red skirt was resting, narrowly missing her thighs. Stunned by the sudden attempt, Kizuchi Senior didn't take her eyes off the knife.

- You knew her first name, but you made up that excuse when you were a teenager, so that you could at least forget that your sister wasn't your real sister. You were subconsciously trying to accept her, despite your outward anger.

- No, I remember for sure-.!

- And also! - did not give her to finish the former Hiyori, going behind her, pulling the knife out of the floor, which the black-haired in an instant had a thought about how much force it was necessary to throw the blade to stick it in the hard marble. But the blade already with the playfulness of a cat slipped along the carotid artery of a pale neck, forcing the brown-eyed to tense.

-And you also remember that your family took the Cannas in 2015, on the morning of June 18.- The knife continued to move back and forth across her throat, keeping her in a state of tension.

-But you didn't want to remember that date, because you were so ashamed of the memories that it wasn't until a year later, a year of your dear sister's suffering, that you finally came to your senses and stopped tormenting her. You remembered the pain you had caused her.- Midori whispered in her ear, placing his hand on her fragile shoulder. The trial was coming to an end.

- I have a feeling that if you don't have a problem with your conscience, you'll have no problem with your memory. Right, Kugi? - The trial is over. Both bodies are on the floor. However, one of them is unconscious due to the trauma and the relatively minor, in Midori's opinion, stab wound to the girl's throat, while the other is sitting nearby, holding a knife in her hand.

- Stress can make people believe in nonsense if you say it at the right time.