Horror story from the point of view of a cat :

Horror story from the point of view of a cat :

Summary : On Valentines days, The Cat Gustavo recieves an “offering” from his Mistress : she takes up a lover, and Gustavo can have a nibble.One day, her lover becomes violent, and Gustavo becomes a murderer. Gustavo becomes the human-like child of Saskia.

My human servant calls me Gustavo. I’ve only been human for a little, so you’ll have to excuse my spelling mistakes.

Even while being human, or, as human as i can be, i stayed small, and quite ferocious too.

I’ve spent all the Valentines day of my life with Saskia. Not All day. In the morning, she gives me an unhealthy dose of wet food in a pretty plate -two circles and one triangle drawn- then she would start her day. She would spray perfume on herself, kiss my forehead, on the “kissing spot”.

She ate very little, and stank of anxiety.

Then she would go to find me some sacrifice. In my four years of existence, Saskia gave me three sacrifices, so delicious too!

After their pathetic attempt at coupling, Saskia would open her door, and then I would feast.

I don’t like to attack Mothers, you see. I don’t feel the need to. Men, however, oh, men! I bite their ankles, I sink my claws in their mighty legs!

It is a delight. There is something so gluttonous in devouring a man without real defense, especially when those men thought previously they were taking my Saskia for themselves! I do not talk. From my throat came a loud purring of appreciation.

On my fourth Valentines day, something strange happened. My Saskia opened her door to Terror. I needed to do something. I prayed any deity would helped me immediately after hearing the hoarse screams coming out of my Mom’s voice. I didn’t have time to waste. A portal opened. My Mom was suffocating, crying, and her strenghts were leaving her.

I went through the portal, and I felt my body changing. My limbs were slowly holding me upright, my jaws were… wrong… but thankfully, my teeth were still sharp enough to devour my prey.

I started with the front of his neck. This seemed adequate, when his paws were tight around my Saskia’s. A wet sound was heard, and I understood. He was dying. Good.

I dragged my prey, teeth in its nape; when it grew wetter, I took it by the hip bone. My new body allowed me to eat him entirely, except the bones. I knew the deity would like it as an offering.

Purring contentedly, I licked my furr clean, the dark red, almost black tracks on the floor.

I went to Saskia’s bed, she was still in shock. I planted my face beneath her chin, my chest against her chest, and deeply purred. She slept, and although she was unsettled, she was protected, safe, and sound.

The Godess who helped me save Saskia? She took an interest for my Mommy.

She took a human form, and played her part as a benevolent neighbour, but I saw through her. My Saskia had trouble keeping her eye contacts, probably due to the abundance of eyes. Seven. While Saskia regained her strenghts, the deity dedicated her time playing with me -with human and cat toys- and I got accustomed to the idea that maybe nothing will be the same. Maybe I do not need any more sacrifices. Maybe playing with my Mama’s Girlfriend of Darkness would be enough. The deity was taking good care of us.

The fifth year of Valentine’s day festivities, Saskia bought roses. Salted chocolate. And pomegranate seeds. She presented them to the woman she called Rosa, Diosa tan Hermosa. Rosa revealed herself, brave, terrifying, and soft. The coupling was, according to my hearing, sufficient, and more than that, joyous and wonderful.

They let me enter the room as soon as after changing the bedsheets, and played with me. I was not just a cat anymore, but I’ll never be fully human either.

But I will always be the child of my Saskia, and the protégé of our saviour, our Rosa.