THE CHRONICLES OF GIN
A Serialized Gingerbread Man Retelling for Adults
Part 5: Into Stupidity
That voice belonged to the most exquisite creature I have ever laid eyes on to this day. She sauntered into my line of vision, each movement silent as the grave, with hypnotic, liquid grace. Her fur was the deepest midnight black, verging on blue from head to toe, save for the snow-white spot at the tip of her tail. Her eyes were storm-cloud gray, filled with secrets and mischief.
Soft steps notwithstanding, she was no featherweight. Every luscious curve told the story of a cat who never missed a meal and regularly demanded seconds and thirds.
"Don't mind the others, they were raised in a barn," she purred silkily. "What's your name, cookie?"
"I'm Gin," I replied breathlessly. "Who are you?"
"I'm Kitherine. Miss Kitty if you're nasty," she said with a devious smile.
Kitherine? Odd variation on the name, but that hardly mattered since I never intended to say it.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Kitty," I drawled, like some kind of moron who hadn't spent his entire short life fighting everyone he met to stay alive.
She chuckled coquettishly behind a dainty paw and shook her head.
"Nasty, huh? You don’t seem the type. You've got too much vanilla in you, I can smell it..." she whispered as she leaned in and sniffed my face before resuming her nonchalant orbit around me.
"Yeah, but the ginger brings the spice!" I countered, desperate to prove myself worthy of her interest.
She raised an eyebrow at me in blatant disbelief, while her tail wrapped itself lightly around my neck for the barest hint of a moment before continuing to bob along like its own creature.
"Sugar and spice and everything nice?"
The goats laughed at that one but grew silent the moment Kitherine pinned them with a withering glare. Without missing a beat, she returned her carefree gaze to me.
"Look, Gin. You seem like a very sweet cookie, but I don't think you're really ready to play my kind of games. Stay alive long enough and you might find a nice cupcake to be sweet with. Or maybe not, you're on borrowed time as it is. Either way, have a nice life."
And with that, she ceased her orbit and began to saunter away.
"No, wait! I want to play!" I screeched, abandoning any vestiges of pride or self-preservation that still clung stubbornly to me.
In an instant, she had me pinned to the ground, completely immobilized and embarrassingly delighted.
"Say it again, Gin. Say, ‘Please, play with me, Miss Kitty!’"
I repeated the words.
"Alright, losers! You all heard him, I HAVE CONSENT!" she yowled at the top of her lungs.
To be continued...
Good heavens, what has Gin gotten himself into this time? Is Kitherine going to eat him or...what exactly is she implying that she has consent for? Tune in to Part 6 to find out! When? Definitely eventually 😉
