02-10-2006, 01:14 PM
Jett lay down, looking at the girl in hard contempt. Not so much for her, but for the ppl who'd forced this life on himself and others like him. As if he'd ever wanted to live like this, as a rich woman's pet. He put up with it cuz he'd seen for himself the alternative... in the abused and broken pets that his owner's husband traded in. He rolled his eyes and, picking up a sliver of bone, threw it gently at the girl.
"The least you could do is talk to me, you know."