The Predator & The Prey

I feel like a caged tiger.
I want to sink my nails and teeth into the tender flesh of my prey. A little chase, a short run, and then the leap. The victory, the surrender, the exposed neck, and the heat that floods me, that explodes from within.
I want to tear your soul apart and chew your brain.
I am an angry Goddess and I demand my tribute. I want to see you laying your sacrifice at my feet, your gaze full of terror.
You hope for my satisfaction and fear my anger. I want to see you tremble, and I want to enjoy every second of it. You’re completely helpless and exposed.
As the saying goes, “You shouldn’t play with your food.”
But I play with you, I prolong your agony and my pleasure. I tear down your walls of resistance, I annihilate you. I can’t stop myself, I HAVE to do this, because that’s what enslaves you, and liberates me, to feed on your anguish and your pain, to drink your fear, to accept your gifts.

I’m a predator and you’re my prey, and your time has come.