The sound of a bedroom door closing was what got Cooper out of his deep unsuspected black out. A chill went over his furry body as he realized he was only in tighty whities. His six pack and arms exposed to Riley, who stands over him smiling slightly. Now wearing a brown tight t-shirt and blue skinny jeans with sneakers.
“I’m sorry. I thought I could handle it. You going to work for a while and looking after our son. Living the life of a housewife while my muscular boyfriend went out and made money. Then I realized, you’re gone too long.”
The dog tried to break free from the thick ropes which bounded both his wrists to the wooden bedposts. His ankles immovable due to them being stuck together by the same rope. He tried to speak through the leather ball gag, but it was no use. His eyes go big as he could do nothing more then look up at the cheetah. Sweat drips down his forehead, which only turned Riley on more.
“You like being tied up; don’t you love? I’m gonna let you speak-but if you scream, your chances of being let loose will be extremely thin.” Removing the gag slowly, the lab growls and thrashes about more, trying to bend the bedpost but as strong as he was, he couldn’t make it budge.
“I know men can be forgetful, I know you probably didn’t mean to do a lot of this. Fact of the matter is, I think you need a reality check.”
Walking to the other side of the bed, she reached where Cooper couldn’t see and pulled out a red toolbox. After knocking over a lamp on the bedside table she was able to put the toolbox comfortably on the surface. From her back pocket she grabbed a pair of leather gloves.
“Riley-please. I’m sorry! I-I do love you. It’s like you said, I can be forgetful.” She nods and takes one finger, tracing it along the lines of his chest, Cooper shudders at her smooth creepy touch.
“I know you love me, babe. I know you wanna do the right thing. What if-what if you never had to work? What if the three of us could just stay in this house. Have a perfect little family here? Maybe I was wrong about you leaving and working. That seems to be the problem. Not your son, not your silly, forgetful nature. You. Leaving the house. That’s what the issue is.”
Cooper sighed deeply as a tear rolls down his cheek.
“Awe. Don’t cry hon.” She placed the gag back in his mouth and licks his nose with her rough cat tongue, after she runs her hand over his silky yellow ears.
“Mmm. So smooth. Maybe to calm you I should give you a little relaxation. A little distraction, hm?” She slowly slipped her other hand into his undies and felt his manhood. Taking deep breaths Cooper cried a bit more. Trying to speak through the gag was impossible, he tenses his body as he felt the warm leathery glove stroke him. His heartbeat seemed to go a million miles a second, he closed his eyes trying to lessen the terror in his soul.
Waking from a pleasant slumber, Seth rubbed his eyes. What puzzled him was he didn’t smell the sweet cooking of Riley’s signature breakfast. Getting out of bed he ruffled his hair and put on shorts and a t-shirt. Not knowing of the horror going on in his very own home.
Cooper wasn’t very relaxed, Riley softly hummed as she reached into the toolbox and grabbed a scalpel.
“Well, I tried calming you down, but I guess we’ll save that for later. This might hurt quite a bit, but you must realize it has to be done. I did this once. To a high school student. See, I fell in love with a human once. I was eighteen. It got to the point where I had to kidnap him from his home and drag him to my basement. I pleasured him. I kissed him. Treated him like a king, like a man should be treated but he didn’t learn. I had no choice but to slice his little ankles up. Oh-he cried. Begged me to stop. I realized he wasn’t manly enough for me after all that fucking whining and crying. I left him there. To starve.”
She chuckled, then continued her twisted childhood story.
“Police found him. He was so hungry-he ate his own tongue. But you, Cooper. You will not cry or beg. You will let me worship you. You will stay here with your wife and your child. Now-relax my love.”
Putting the blade in her pocket she placed a towel under Cooper’s ankles and spread them apart, tying the rope to the bedposts closest to his feet, movement was impossible for the dog. She had planned all of this so that escape seemed damn near impossible. She grabs his left ankle in a vice-like grip. Cooper whimpers like a lost puppy through the gag, the sound grew louder. “I don’t want to cut more then I have to-so I’d stay still if I were you. Know I’m doing this for your own good.” He hoped to wake up. This seemed like a surreal psychological nightmare. Oh, how desperately he tried to wake himself up, feeling the cold metal tip of the instrument the dog nearly passed out-that is until his ears perk to the sound of a loud crack, following the crack was the sound of Riley gasping and falling to the ground.
Seth stood where she stood, holding a baseball bat which dripped with blood.
Crying slightly, Seth ran to his father and untied the thick ropes and removed the gag, Cooper wrapped his arms around the terrified human.
“Seth! Thank God she didn’t hurt you!”
“What’s going on dad?!” His voice trembled as he looked at the dog in desperation.
“I’ll explain everything later son-now we need to get out and call the police.”
That would have happened, but Riley wasn’t quite knocked out enough as she shoved Cooper to the bedroom floor, yelling like a crazed lunatic. “GET BACK ON THE BED YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!” Seth did nothing but stand back and watch as Riley strangled his father.
“You’re nothing but a crazy bitch!”
“After I’m done with you, your son is NEXT! Maybe HE will appreciate me!” The dog and cheetah wrestled on the ground. Her fist collided with his face, causing momentary headaches and blood to fly in different directions. She squeezes her hands around his throat.
“Stop fighting me and I can LOVE YOU AGAIN!” She shouts into his face sending spit into his eye. His breathing became shallow and weak, he had to fight. Not for himself. For his son.
Cocking his head, he saw the lamp that had been tipped over from earlier, with a mighty reach he grasped whatever part he could and slammed the object directly into her face which toppled her to the ground. Now lying on her stomach, Riley was going to push up and off the ground and leap onto the dog and scratch him with her claws.
However, Cooper stood over her dripping with blood, grasping the back of her neck-positioned right over the bedside table Cooper growled louder then he ever had as he slams her face into the table. With a few sickening smacks and a wound that split her forehead down the middle as a geyser of blood shoots from the deep wound, he dropped her carcass and knelt to the ground, coughing loudly as his son hugs his arm.
Police of all different species wanted to get the full story, Seth was with his best friend Andrew as Cooper spoke to a detective, a black lab named Leonard. It was soon revealed to Cooper that Riley was the one who killed Jameson, and at this point it wasn’t much of a surprise. Leonard was also the one who found the tracking device under Cooper’s car, and after a quick look at Riley’s phone and the obsessive texts the evidence mounted against the cheetah.
Drinking a hot chocolate, Seth stayed quiet sitting at the kitchen table. Both were freshly showered, slipping quietly into the kitchen Cooper sat by his son and put an arm around him.
“Holding up okay buddy?”
“Yeah. I think so. I guess it’s hard to know what people’s true intentions are. I would have never guessed Riley was-well a psycho. Guess it’s hard to tell who’s truly good and who isn’t.”
“I think they’re truly good people in the world, Seth. Not like everyone is gonna be like her in our future. I feel bad for her in a way. Lonely, isolated, wanting love-if it wasn’t for her tendencies, I guess we could have had a good family.”
The dog and human both sit silently. A nearby radio in the living room which remained on, played the song “I Want You to Want Me” by Cheap Trick.