The Cat King was a horrible man.

He had kidnapped Edwin and was now keeping him as some kind of, as degrading as it is, pass time. He hated it, he had to stay in a warehouse, had to sleep in a room that was way to sexualized for his liking. Everything here was horrible and it made him uncomfortable.

At least he was provided books, books were good. One day he was reading a book in the corner of a room, he wondered how Charles, Niko, and Crystal. Hopefully they weren’t too worried……God he missed them. A knock was heard in his door.

“Come in…” He grumbled, it was either one of those stupid cat servants or the Cat King himself, he didn’t want either.