ZEK P.O.V.
It's ten at night. It's raining. I'm exhausted. Bastet has already sent me numerous texts saying that my punishment was no longer going to be pleasurable now. Which means I'm going to be strapped down and a whip taken to my bare flesh. The only thing is, she's got a new cat's tail she's been itching to try out.
I pull up to retired Detective Ross James. I see no lights on in his little house, so I can already tell this is going to be interesting. Well, I should say he's going to be a raging asshole, try to be big and bad with me, and then he gets to see my little horns. I sigh and knock. A porch light comes on.
"Who's there?" A voice of a scared little old lady answers.
"Hello ma'am. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a Detective Ross James? Does he live here,
