Her teeth ripped into the unguarded flesh, tearing the skin to spill a bit of blood into her mouth. But he did not attack anymore. He spoke, actually and the girl released his bleeding wrist, crawling back on her hands and knees along the floor. Her fluid grace was obviously studied from cat and she stalked backwards, hissing at the doctor, spitting blood and saliva forth.<br/><br/>She had no idea what was happening. One minute she was lounging about and the next, he was trying to inject her.<br/><br/>“Good Kitty,” she whispered softly to herself, crawling backwards to move between the wall and the couch. Her dark eyes were wide with fear and surprise. She did nothing wrong. She was being good. So good. She even kept her clothes on tonight. So good… She just wanted to be stroked. The other doctor would have stroked her. He would have made her feel good.<br/>