You ran as fast of you could. Far away from the man in red and white. You didn‘t know why he was chasing you. You were a normal civilian; you went to work, paid your bills and did your taxes.

But he was always on your tail. He even went so far as to float outside of your job’s window, arms crossed and face sour, just staring at you. He would never say a word but he would only stare, as if he was observing you.

He always let you go, letting you run away to what you thought was safety, understanding that it wasn’t the best time to make you his…pet. Your body was fit to bear his heir. Your hips made for birthing. You were going to be his concubine.

Now, he chased you in an alleyway, flying slow but fast enough to catch up with you.

Pet.