Again, Jeaniene Frost is amazing and I'm only borrowing a few of her characters to pla—I mean write about. =D Remember, this is in no way Mrs. Frost's Cat or the other character I'm "presenting".

I sat on the corner of the bed. From this angle I could see the door and look out the window. What am I going to do? I really don't want to be a whore. I don't want to be like those women who end up beaten at the end of the day by their… their… pimp. I like my clothes too. If I'm a whore, I'll be forced to wear short skirts and revealing tops.

I closed my eyes and shivered in revulsion. The knock at the door jolted me up.

"C-Come in," I squeaked.

The door opened and a woman came in. She was beautiful even though she looked to be in her forties. As she approached me I realized that her beauty was timeless. She could have been twenty or eighty and still be beautiful.

"I brought you food to eat. Crispin must have scared you. Here." She handed me a plate of fried chicken drumstick and steamed asparagus as I wondered who Crispin was.

I still haven't looked away from her when he spoke. "Annette, what are you doing?"

"Why Crispin, I was just feeding her. Nothing else," Annette replied. "Do you need me?"

"Not right now, but later." Turning his attention to me, he said, "Sorry pet. Forgot you still need to eat."

"Now why would you forget a thing like that, Crispin?" Annette.

The lady, Annette, sits down on the bed and hands me the food again because I forgot to reach for it earlier. Out of curtsey and abject fear, I reached for it. Then I laid it on the bed.

I wasn't hungry before, but smelling the food and seeing the food had my mouth watering.

"Don't fret, pet. We didn't poison it." Bones.

"W-what?" I looked up at him.

"The food. We didn't poison it." Bones.

"Oh." I didn't even think about that.

"Don't worry Catherine. No one poisoned it. If they did, we would have smelt it," Annette added.

I picked up the drumstick and bit it and set it back on the plate. I repeated the procedure with one asparagus.

"Crispin, why don't we leave so Catherine can eat at her leisure?" Annette thankfully suggested.

"No. I need to speak with her," he says while green bled into his eyes.

I think my eyes widen and my right hand went up to cover the right side of my neck because Bones laughed and told me, "I don't mean biting, pet." Looking at me another moment, he conceded and stood up to leave.

Annette said, "Don't mind Crispin, he's always like that. Enjoy your lunch," and then she followed Bones out the door.

The breath I didn't know I was holding rushed out of my lunged and I heard Bones laughed even though the sound was muffled by the door. Heat flooded my face, but I turned to the plate of food next to me.

I hope you guys and gals liked it. I'm kind of hungry now so I'm going to make dinner. Gosh, when Cat's mouth started watering, mine started to and now I'm seriously hungry. I'll try to update soon. Reviews please? =)