A black Tom stood over a black and white she-cat. Her breatheing was shallow, yet quick. She had a feared look in her eye, and tried to move. The tom had a twisted grin on his face and a crazed look in his eye. "Where are you going?" he asked standing beside her. His claws dig into the soft dirt. "How about we play a game?" He suggested. The she-cat began to cry. "Now now, don't cry it'll be fun." He stalked towards her and stood over the scared female. Then he raises his paw and with a small laugh, he plunged his claws straight into her eyes. She yowled in agony as he dug them deeper and deeper into her eyes. His face suddenly changed from amused to anger very quickly then he reared up ripping both eyes out of their sockets. The she-Cat screamed in pain as she lay blinded in the dirt, with her eyes hanging out of its sockets. The tom then tore her eyes from her head and laughed while hearing her scream. "Please stop!" She begged in pain. "Aw but what would be the fun in that? Your screames of pain are like music to my ears." He purred circling her. Then he stopped, flicking his ear. "Would you like to die?" He asked sweetly. He leaped near the she-cat and ripped her throat open before she could answer. He licked the blood which was dripping from his mouth and stalked away grinning leaveing the lifeless body of the she-cat which was in a pool of blood alone in the dead of night.
