The woman on the floor looks up at you
Her eyes filled with terror as you open
The small wooden box
Retrieving a revolver from within
The woman begins to plead for her life
“I…I’m sorry!”
You chuckle
“Oh I know you’re sorry”
“You’re not sorry for breaking into my home.
You’re not sorry for attempting to torture my pets.
You’re not even sorry you got caught.
The only thing you’re sorry about is having to deal with the consequence.”
“Please I don’t wanna di…”
You kick her head
“I wasn’t done speaking SHIT-RAT!”
“ tell me have you ever had a dog?”
“N…no.”
You take a deep breath
“I had a dog growing up.
His name was scooter.
Every day I’d come home from school and no matter how bad my day was.
Scooter made me feel like the most important person in the world.
One day I come home and my parents tell me that someone put antifreeze in scooters water bowl.
The court ruled the incident as negligence on the part of the owner”
“ have put more safety measures in place for these fluffies than most people think is necessary or even sane!”
“I Don’t bother anyone! I go to work ,
I come home and I enjoy the company of my fluffies!”
“There’s literally thousands of feral fluffs for you to torture!”
“But NO you choose to break into MY FUCKING HOME to get your fix!”
The woman begins to beg again
You call off Queequeg your Doberman sized cannibal fluffy
And point the revolver at the woman’s chest
“P…please I want to live!”
You cock the hammer
“people in hell want ice water”
You pull the trigger
“911 what is your emergency?”
“There’s a dead intruder in my house”