Kitten

She's cutting into his soul like she's tearing into raw meat. 
She is shameless in her ecstasy, his blood dripping from her teeth. 
She's excited by the pain in his face and she's intrigued by the tears that well in his eyes. This is a curious sight.
His terror doesn't register in her adrenaline fueled brain. She's a maniac. She's alive, insane. 
She cannot see his fear. His defensiveness is just a display. Too attractive not to attack. 
She's a cobra, spitting venom in his face. A wolf tearing out his heart. A big cat, scratching out his eyes. He's hers.
She laughs.
It is her right to take delight in her pursuit. Her favourite game. To win. 
He cries. He's lost his will. 
Tomorrow she'll apologise, bring him flowers. Curl up on his lap. 
She's a kitten. 
She feels no remorse.