Olivia's already racing heart skipped.
She opened her mouth to talk but it came out in a whisper.
"Nemo, where is he?" She muttered, breathing heavily.
The man didn't hear what she said and was already undressing himself.
"I'm happy to know you like huge things. I will satisfy you so well that you will come to me yourself the next time.
And don't even think of telling this to anyone. Or are you?" He asked and even though her gaze was blurry, she could see his big pot belly bare to the eyes and his hand fondling at his belt area.
"Nemo, where is he?" Olivia muttered again.
"Oh! The cat? It should be close to death by now. You killed him yourself, that was not in my plan." He said and Olivia's sense sharpened.
Did she just put the poor creature in danger once again?
The man was already naked and walked to pick up something, which turns out to be a recorder.
