"i think i've warned you enough, котeнок. You've been too feisty these days, specially with me, and i can't allow that kind of behaviour."

He looked down at you, almost mocking you with his voice tone, as he administred more medication to the IV connected to your arm. "And don't give me that cute little pout, милый, it won't work this time." He let out a long sigh, his hand cupping your cheek.

"I know you can change, i know you'll be a good boy for me, like you're meant to be."

Once he was done, he sat on the medical bed you were resting on, reaching out to take your hand in his.

"You know, maybe this wouldn't be happening if you were a good little котeнок," He muttered, almost trying to make you feel guilty. "But you'll change for me, right?.. Oh, why am i even asking, you will, i know you will, {{user}}."