“The Big Lebowski.”
I return his amused chuckle from earlier with one of my own. “Figured you’d like a dark comedy.”
“It’s a classic!”
Raising my hands in surrender I reply, “I’m not disagreeing with you. It’s a great movie. Just seems fitting someone with your personality and late night hobby would love a dark comedy.”
“What do you mean by ‘my personality’?” He sounds more intrigued than offended.
Since I’m talking to a serial killer, here, I choose my words very carefully. “You’d think that a big bad murderer would have the personality of an evil demon. But you’re so happy-go-lucky. It doesn’t make sense.”
“So closed minded of you to think serial killers are all the same,” he laughs.
“Psychologists would suggest there’s a lot of similarities, ya know.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t torture any helpless animals as a child.” Cole teases me. Though it’s a relief to know he’s not that kind of psychotic. “I didn’t start killing animals until my teens.” My head snaps around so fast I know it’ll hurt in the morning.
My wide eyes take in Cole’s entertained expression and the minor heart attack I’m having goes away. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he pacifies me. “I’d never hurt anything that doesn’t deserve it, especially animals.”
I should have known that seeing as how he and Sasha have bonded so quickly.
As a matter of fact… “Sasha?” I make kissy noises to lure her out of wherever she’s hiding. I’m surprised she isn’t nestled in Cole’s cozy lap. Even I wouldn’t mind curling into a ball between those muscular legs.
“Here, Kitty Kitty,” I call, worried she’s getting into trouble.
I walk toward the kitchen when I remember there’s still some cookies on the counter. I hope she’s not eating the–
“AGHH,” I shriek when I find my cat–my white as snow cat–covered in crimson blood. I knew this cat had at least one evil bone in her body, butthis?
I’ll never be able to erase the sight of my ladylike feline devouring a human heart on the floor where she’s chewed through the ziploc bag to retrieve it.
Rushing in at the sound of my cry for help, Cole skids to a stop when he looks upon the disturbing sight.
He’s going to be so pissed, he worked really hard to track, kill, and remove the heart from Frank’s body for his morbid snow globes. And now it’s ruined.
I prepare for him to snap, but instead Cole bursts into laughter. He’slaughingat Sasha eating a fucking human heart.
Smacking his chest lightly I proclaim, “It’s not funny. Look at her! She’s covered in blood.” And still eating the heart. But I’m not about to take her away from her fresh meal, she might turn on me. “I always knew there was something wrong with this cat.”
Cole strides forward to collect Sasha, leaving the heart on the ground. Cradling her in his arms, Cole observes, “Look at that, she went for the left ventricle first.”
Meanwhile, Sasha licks her lips with a satisfied, satanic gleam in her eyes.
“I’ll never be able to sleep without one eye open ever again.” I shake my head in disbelief.
“Why’s that?”
Gesturing to the culprit being cuddled like a baby, I proclaim, “Because now that she’s had a taste of human flesh, she might come after me.”
My cat and house guest are clearly made for one another. Cole scratches Sasha behind the ears and coos, “You’re not going to maul anyone in their sleep, are you princess?” Taking Sasha to the sink he adds, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
Braver than I, Cole uses the detachable nozzle on the sink to clean the blood out of Sasha’s fur which is now stained a pastel pink. At least she matches the aesthetic of the apartment.
If I thought the human heart Cole brought into my apartment was gross before, it’s downright morbid now. Most of it is still intact except for the spot he referred to as the left ventricle that has a gaping hole and distinct tiny teeth marks. I stare down at the partially eaten organ as Cole stands beside me holding Sasha wrapped in a hand towel.
“Well would you look at that. I ate your pussy, and your pussy ate my heart.”
Chapter Ten
