"I never meant to kill him!" Screamed a black tom.
"Every time you deny I'll make you siffer more," Chuckled a spotted she-cat, her laugh one whom should not experience.
The she-cat traced a single claw over the toms exposed belly, her movements slow. Stopping at his throat, she gave a grin.
"Please, I beg you!" He squealed.
She sighed, "Your squealing is really starting to get annoying!"
She removed her claws from his fragile throat, moving up to his face.
"I beg yo-"
"Silence!" She yowled and clawed his soft eyeball.
The tom squealed as she continued her torture. She'd claw his eyes, his muzzle, tear at his nose, and every time he begged for freedom she dug her claws in worse.
"You've suffered enough, but a warrior never leaves her prey to... Live," She gave a laugh, one you'd hear from a maniac.
She dragged the squirming tom next to the lake, Shoving his face into the cold water, the tom gave quite a fight but his fate was decided.
He died a minute later.
