“Not tonight, and if you’re going to do that, go home.” I walked out of the kitchen to a litany of swearing. The restlessness that was coming off Abel lately was palpable, and it was making me edgy.

I was halfway to my bedroom when the front door slammed. Changing my mind, I wandered down to the living room and flicked on the television before going to pour myself a drink. Getting comfortable in my chair, I decided to watch the show that starred my Sunshine. Flicking on the television, I sat back and studied her in her new surroundings.

My Sunshine was highly entertaining, and I had to give her a point for enthusiasm. She certainly wasn’t cowering in a ball and praying to god, which was refreshing from what I normally brought home to kill.

I took a sip of my scotch on the rocks as my eyes focused on every little move she made. She was currently exploring the extent of her bindings, and I laughed as she threw a tantrum that I found cute. I didn’t find things cute, yet it was the only word that made sense to describe the meltdown.

Her fists beat against the wall as she yanked on the chains. She looked wild, primal even, and my cock stirred at the thought of taming her. There was very little I found beautiful. The morning rays of sunshine, the sight of my artwork, and now I could add Kirby to that list. I enjoyed having my own personal Sunshine. Her hair was in a wild mess of waves, and her eyes flashed with frustration and anger. She had spirit.

Sitting back, I contemplated what my next move should be as she continued to explore her boundary. It really came down to when I wanted to kill her. Right now, I didn’t have an exact date, but that could change tomorrow or the next day. Leaving her death date open was breaking my rule, but it was worth seeing how long it took to…to what exactly?

That was the question.

Did I want to turn her into a pet to play with or a lover for physical needs? Did I want to mold her into something more… maybe something close to a partner. My finger tapped the glass, the cubes the only noise in the room. Abel would hate that, no, Abel would fucking hate that. My lips curled up at the thought of annoying my brother and the possibility of gaining a partner who understood my quirks and needs better than Abel. Someone I wouldn’t have to keep a choke hold on at all times and could be useful in a multi-faceted way.