He leaps upon his victim
Pulsing claws grip the velvet skin of her back
Embracing her in mighty paws
Taking her fragile life in his powerful jaws
His tongue slips out
between knife sharp teeth
clinging tightly to her
his claws unsheathed
her hands slip down his sleek hide
she knows that she has surely died
She looks into his eyes not seeing rage
only the want for freedom instead of the cage
Take me she whispers
your young shall grow strong
**** me quickly she pleads
please don't take long
her hands draw up through his fur
purr turns to roar as he swiftly kills her.


© Crystal Erickson