There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
I’d enjoy killing him slowly. I think about it all day long. He catches me staring at him while he sleeps. I watch the pulse in his throat tick and imagined tearing it open.
I dream, I’m big and he’s small as we play a game of cat and mouse around the prison I can never leave. He tries to hide, but to no avail. I’m the hunter and he the prey. I stalk him, he frantically search’s for an exit. I slice his tendons with a swipe, watch as he drags himself along the floor leaving a trail of blood.
I let him recover enough to think he can make it to the door. I bring him down again. He lays motionless. His heart pumps fiercely in his chest, like the little starling I bought him as a gift.
Eyes staring blankly.
Finally, he succumbs to the ecstasy of death. Beautiful silence creeps into my home once more, like mist around the forest floor. I lick myself clean.
About the Creator
N J Delmas
I lean towards the darker side of fiction and poetry. I love folk lore, fairy tales, ghosts and witches, often giving old themes a new twist. I have published with several magazines and am in the process of writing a dark YA fiction.
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Comments (6)
I think my cats depend on my customer service too much to think this way. They're so used to being spoiled and pampered lol They'd be lost without their human servants.
What struck me most was the calmness of the voice against the brutality of the thoughts. It feels intimate, almost domestic, and that contrast makes the story far more disturbing than outright horror ever could.
My toxic trait is having the urge to still be friends with that cat, lol. I can never resist them. Poor guy though, lol. Congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Uhhhhh creepy! Made me shudder! Hope there'd be another 'can opener' otherwise the feline might regret it.
Woohoo! He will regret it tomorrow you know. They know enough to hold back so they don't regret it tomorrow.
Beautiful. Congrats Top Story. HUGS.