Officer Mercer had me switch over tothe passenger seat, so he could drive my car into town. I supposed thatmeant he had a partner with him to take ca...e of his own car, although Ididn't ask. Maybe he would just get someone to go out with him later andget it.As we drove, Officer Mercer remained perfectly silent. He had an airabout him that made me not want to break that silence either, so I keptmy mouth shut. Instead of chatting, I let my gaze wander over thescenery as I silently cursed. Then he went perfectly still. He had a well-fucked look of contentment on his face.Violet's fur tingled in anticipation as she watched Selena rolling out of bed and going to her dresser. She retrieved a small but very sharp dagger before returning to the bed. She climbed on top of the soon-to-be 'John Doe.' She leaned in as if to kiss him but instead quickly drew the blade across his throat. She slashed it open and left a long gash. Enough blood for a grindhouse film spurted and spewed out. " Do you understand, woman?" I asked without moving my sword a millimeter."Yes, you bastard. Yelp." Since I did not move my sword, her talking made my sword go deeper into her skin."I shall return, and the lot of you had better be ready, I would hate to have to pay to bury your whole family." I removed my sword and sheathed it. "Meri? Toss the men over there a couple of pennies, and have them bury the pig before he starts blocking traffic." I mounted, and waited for her to do so also.As soon as. There were no cutlery items. The porridge smelt wonderful, despite being slightly cold, it had raisins in it, and cinnamon and I could see the top sprinkled with brown sugar. It had been done with so much care; everything Master did was always perfect, even cold porridge served in a dog bowl. I think he does this to remind me that although I’m here for his entertainment, he still knows me inside out; body and soul. He knows my favorites, he knows my comforts. I know less about myself than he.