Adriano
She went limp in my arms, blood soaking into the dirt, her breathing shallow and uneven. For a moment, I just stared at her. At this annoying creature. This prey who kept forgetting her place.
Why couldn’t she just listen?
Today was boring since I had nowhere to go. It was the weekend, so I decided to play a game. A game that could be fun, and she would be the prey.
I intentionally put her to the test—to see whether she would make a run or not—and she didn’t disappoint me. Her obedience to me was just for a moment, a moment she could’ve used to run away from me if given the chance.
The moment her legs gave out, I could’ve ended it then, the second she ran. But what fun would that be? A predator doesn’t kill for hunger. He kills for control.
My mind filled with excitement. She
