[C] Fresh Meat

Rizzo began to panic again.

Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope!

He swallowed thickly.

He was a modest person. He didn't get naked in front of people he didn't know.

And even more than that, he didn't get naked with psychotic, voodoo cult bitches.

"Vado a dopo di te." He suggested, hoping she'd say yes to that.

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I'll just go after you.

"Non sto usando la doccia."

She gestured blindly in the shower's direction.

"Vai. Prometto di non guardare il vostro piccolo clitoride, ragazzo dritto."

Cade picked up a flannel and soaked it under the sink's tap before lifting it to her neck, wiping away the crusted blood.

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I'm not using the shower.

Just go. I promise not to stare at your little clitoris.

Rizzo felt breathless.

He stared at her like a deer in the headlights.

"Cosa ... cosa hai detto?" He asked, his voice small and shaky.

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"What.... What did you say?"

Cade turned around and leant against the sink. She continued to run the damp cloth over her neck and shoulder to get rid of the blood as she reached down to hook her thumb in her panties.

She pulled the waistband from her skin then let it snap.

"Il tuo clitoride. Non ho intenzione di guardare, così cazzo già doccia."

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Your clit. I'm not going to look at it, so fucking shower already.

Rizzo shook his head no more fervently.

"No." He said stubbornly, sitting down on the floor.

"Lasci perdere." He looked like a little boy that had just been humiliated. Tears were welling up in the corners of his puffy eyes and his brow was furrowed in anger.

He bit on his bottom lip, hard.

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"Forget about it."

Cade heaved a sigh.

"Sei patetico che che si desidera che io faccia per te?"

Cade pitched the bloodied rag at his head then crossed her arms over her chest. There were a few streaks of dried blood still clinging to the skin of her breast, but for the most part she was clean.

"Smettere di essere un bambino e solo cazzo doccia. Sono stanco e fottutamente scontroso al momento. Non ho bisogno di essere tenuto perché si vuole avere un capriccio."

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Are you that pathetic that you want me to do it for you?

Stop being a child and just fucking shower. I'm tired and pretty fucking grumpy right now. I don't need to be kept up because you want to have a tantrum.

"Poi vai cazzo di dormire!" He shouted, snapping.

"Ma se pensate che io vado a farmi tutto abbastanza per il vostro leader del culto cazzo di stupro allora sei la cagna stupido vivo." He sneered, his voice and body trembling from anger and fear.

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"Then go the fuck to sleep!"

"But if you think I'm going to make myself all pretty for your fucking cult leader to rape then you're the stupidest bitch alive."

"Poi credo che di tempo a letto."

Cade pushed off the sink and stalked towards Rizzo. She bent down as she walked to grab the rope she'd dropped after untying him.

She reached out to grab him, too, as she stalked towards the bedroom again.

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Then I guess it's bed time.

Rizzo let out a sigh of relief.

He'd won that one, at least.

He let himself be dragged by her, not bothering to fight her anymore after that one small victory.

"Hai guardato attraverso il mio armadietto dei medicinali? È così che si sa?" He asked in a pitiful voice after a long silence.

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"Did you look through my medicine cabinet? Is that how you know?"

"Il tuo cosa? No. Perché cazzo dovrei farlo?"

Why the hell would she want to look through his medicine cabinet?

Cade crawled ono her bed, pulling Rizzo to sit down with her. She pushed him down so he was laying on his back and pulled his arms up over his head, wrapping the rope around them securely, then slipping the ends through the metal rods that made up her headboard.

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Your what? No. Why the fuck would I do that?

Rizzo wasn't sure he believed her.

He let her tie him up to the bed and stared up at her with a desperate look in his eyes.

"Allora come fa a saperlo?" He questioned, sounding weak.

It had to be the voodoo shit.

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"Then how did you know?"

"Come facevo a sapere che cosa?" She sounded exasperated. Really, talking to this human was so exhausting.

At least tomorrow he'd be out of her hair. Ger had him tonight.

When he was tied tightly to the bed, Cade reached back to unhook her bra and toss it aside, into the sea of clothing on the floor. She stretched her arms above her head with a little groan then moved off the bed.

She grabbed a pillow from the floor then pulled back her blankets so she could settle on the bed. She slipped the pillow between her thighs then pulled the blanket up over her shoulders.

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How did I know what?

Was she just messing with him?

Rizzo's eyes widened as he came to an inner realization.

She actually didn't know, did she?

"Non importa ... non penso ... dritto." His voice faded away as she took off her bra right over him.

He stared at her chest as a rose color dusted his cheeks. Even though her breasts were small, the areola was big with little tiny mounds right in the middle.

That was his favorite kind of tit.

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Never mind... I'm not thinking... straight.

Cade's head settled close to Rizzo, her forehead pressing against his bicep.

She blinked sleepily a couple times before her gaze turned up to Rizzo. Her blue eyes pierced him.

"I hope he likes you," she murmured quietly. She really did hope that Rizzo pleased Ger. She wanted the man to smile at her, praise her. Give her some form of positive attention.

Her eyes fluttered shut adn she inhaped deeply.

"You smell delicious," she mused with a little smile.

It had been a long time sense Rizzo was in bed with a woman. He'd been way too busy and strung up to enjoy a girl's company.

Why did it have to be like this? Why did it have to be her?

He didn't understand her speaking English.

Didn't catch a word of it.

But he said nothing, a trembling breath exhaling through his nose.

He couldn't sleep.

Cade had no trouble falling asleep.

And when she did, she wasn't still, either. During the night and shifted and writhed in her place, slowly bringing herself to the closest source of heat: Rizzo.

She cuddled against the human, one hand laying against his chest, curling loosely in his shirt as her face pressed just below his armpit.

At some point during the night, she began to let out little snores, light and quiet.

When she woke, she woke thirsty. The first thing she did was tighten her grip in the boy's shirt and press her fac closer to him, inhaling deeply.

Her fangs ached. How satisfying it would be to sink her fangs into his skin...

It took a lot of effort for Cade to pull back, rolling over to lay on her back. During the night, the blankets had shifted, so as she lay on her back, her breasts were exposed. A deep groan sounded from her as her eyes opened.

At some point during the night... er... day.... Rizzo had managed to fall into a very light and uncomfortable slumber.

The shock of being abducted started to wear off, and the adrenaline went with it.

The aftermath was that he was left physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted.

When she woke up, he notice it, but didn't bother to open his eyes or even move.

Her fangs were aching like a bitch.

She hissed in annoyance and pushed herself to sit up. She reached out to slap Rizzo's stomach.

"Wake up," she ordered, getting up and kicking aside crap as she looked for her gown.

She couldn't be bothered dressing properly so she'd just pull on her dressing gown and deliver Rizzo across the hall to Ger wearing that.

Then she could go find someone to eat.

Gerhard was impressed with Cade's initiative.  He hadn't left for Germany yet and she had already set off and found a human to enslave.  

He knew she had done so because he could smell the fresh human's scent.  

He was in the kitchen, reading over the newspaper.  It was entertaining to keep up on what the humans thought was newsworthy these days.  

Most of it was a joke.

Eventually she found her robe. It was black and lacy, surprisingly feminine and sexy for the woman.

She pulled it on and tied it at the waist then leant over to untie Rizzo. She lef the rope around his wrists after she'd untie the knots keeping him to the bed.

"He's downstairs." She could hear the rustle of newspaper. "Let's go."

Even in bare feet she managed to make a tremendous noise descending the stairs.

She paused at the kitchen door, biting her lip in both excitement and nervousness before pushing it open and pulling Rizzo into the room.

Rizzo's head felt like it weighed a ton. He could barely keep it up as he was lead into the kitchen.

The young man had no idea he was being led to meet the mysterious "him" that Cade had been talking about.

Still couldn't understand English.

When she burst through the door, he looked up and his eyes widened.

Before them was a tall, blonde man wearing clothing that looked like it was from the forties.

What kind of cult was this?

Gerhard didn't move the paper.  In fact, he didn't even move his head.  

But his eyes looked up to see the little present that Cade had brought him.  

He smirked at the pretty sight before him.  

"You're looking very nice this morning." He said to the girl in his usual low voice.

Cade reached up to ruffle her short hair almost wakwardly at the compliment.

She padded forwards and pulled out a chair at the table so she could sit down.

"Male. Attractive. Heterosexual, if you could believe." Her eyes flickered back to Rizzo. "And he smells delicious. What do you think?"

Rizzo said nothing.

He tried to pick up any English words he could understand, but the man had an accent and he was having a hard go at it.

The man was scary. He didn't have to know Ger to pick that up. He had a very evil aura about him. And those cat-like eyes gave Rizzo chills.

The dumbfounded expression on Rizzo's face didn't make him look very smart. 

But he did look very pretty.  

Cade had done well.  

"My daughter, I knew I could trust you." He said, walking past her and up to Rizzo.  

He inspected the boy as if he was a piece of meat.  Something to be used.  

Because that's just what Rizzo was to him.  A pawn.  A toy.  

In a swift motion he took the Italian by the tie and pulled him in close.  With the other hand he reached down and grabbed at Rizzo's crotch, massaging the bulge.