• Laurent sat, petting his cat, and thinking of the last month. He'd been kidnapped by some old man named Peter Laraway, who'd apparently been in love with him. He remembered how scared he'd been, every time Peter touched him, stroked his cheek, messed his hair, told him he loved him... It sickened Laurent. Peter even said he'd grow to love him if he stayed a little longer...

    He couldn't stand the thought of that man. How could you be in love with someone and treat them like that? How could he tie him up and touch him like that? How could he say he loved him if he did those things to him?

    Laurent's thoughts were interrupted by his cat. She meowed quietly, a high pitched sound that protested being held like that. He liked the sound of her meow. It was so cute. He stroked her fluffy cheeks again, playing with the fluff of her fur. He picked her up and rolled her over so she was cradled like a baby.

    She meowed in fear. Laurent knew she hated being held like that, but she was just so cute. She'd grow to love him anyway. After all, how can she be with him for so long and not love him?