TW: blood/gore, murder

 

Ahahahaha, hahah ahhaha, hahahahaaaa

It was all just a mere game, one that she'd have won. She didn't care if any seeing eyes were watching her. Every idiot in this forest could've been watching her rip through skin and shred through flesh for all she cared. The blood bled and bled and bled. The sticky red waters beneath her paws. Beneath her claws. Beneath her. It hurted her. It really, really did. But she couldn't stop now. Could she? No. Absolutely not. A giggle escaped her throat. Oh, wasn't this situation a mess? A mess that stained her soul. But she wouldn't clean it up. The broken light bulb kept living and sparking when it should've been thrown out. Ages ago. Beaten. conspicuously beaten.

The forest was quiet. Oh so quiet. Everything driven to pure silence now. She couldn't hear a thing. Not a single rustle of a leave. Just her. And her laughter. Looking down upon the cat who was once breathing. She'll be punished. Never forgiven. She can just feel it happen. Perhaps she'll meet her end the same way of the corpse. Teeth and claws. Straight into her. Her heart was empty. Her soul felt gone. It's always been like that. Not a single thing change. Her mind has deteriorated. Her senses was shattered. She can feel it. Whatever it was, she can feel it. Good night. Goodbye. Maybe she was just another pawn in the game. And someone else was playing her. Maybe she was nothing but a puppet of this world. And when the strings holding her snaps..