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I just wanted his attention.

I wanted to feel his fingers against my skin again, drink in his warmth, wrap my body around his.

He never tried to hide what he was doing with Axl. Sometimes they would kiss in front of me. Slash's arms would slide around Axl's waist, pull him closer. Soft lips against Axl's neck, soft curls against Axl's cheek.

It was like I didn't exist anymore.

I would lie there and think about what he was doing with Axl. And about the time we used to spend together. I would imagine the way his fingers felt as they slid down my back. His warm skin pressed against my belly. The way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me. Like he was proud to call me his own.

I always thought he loved me the best.

I just couldn't watch him with Axl anymore. I had to do something.

Slash's new shaggy white kitten. Maybe if I caught it, Slash would hear it screeching and come talk to me again.

Catching the little princess was easy. And it was so satisfying to feel her struggling. Screeching as I squeezed her. Bones crunching. And then her limp, silent body. I wondered if it would have felt the same if that kitten had been Axl.

Then I heard Slash's feet on the stairs.

"Oh, shit." He walked toward me. "What did you do?" He cocked his head. "Thrill of the hunt, huh? I know the feeling." He put down the beer bottles he was carrying. "I'll call Chuck and see if he can take a look at you tomorrow. Maybe there's a vitamin deficiency or some shit."

He knelt down beside me. "I guess I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately, have I?"

I let go of the kitten and slithered toward him. I pushed my nose up for him to pet me.

Then his fingers brushed the top of my head, and nothing else mattered.

"How did you get out of the cage? You're a sneaky one, aren't you?" He grinned. "Come on, let's get you back in there."

Then I was in his arms.

I hadn't really thought about it before, but Axl pissed him off a lot.

I killed his kitten, and he loved me anyway.

He loved me more than Axl.

I knew it.

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