She watched as the hare struggled in Anselm’s jaws, amused by its attempts to escape death. It was helpless and she wondered why these things did not give up sometimes it would probably be so much less painful if they did. She did not care if they suffered kicked and screamed as Anselm did, but she could understand why he enjoyed watching it writhe as he did. Her tail waved as he set it on the ground placing a firm paw and listing as it’s breath escaped it. At first Melek was in fear that he intended to crush it which would be no fun for her. Things were only fun to watch bleed as they were living. They stopped bleeding once they were dead! Sure there was blood to be found but it no longer escaped the vein so quickly. He however had master and control like she had never seen. Watching as he relesed the pressure and watched as it took breath once more.

She grinned happy that she would have her chance again and Anselm did not seem too pleased that she was content just watching. He lifted it flipping it around like a rag doll and putting its bloody mutilated leg before her. She flashed him a devilish grin as he spoke, as if she couldn’t tell before words what he wanted her to do. She could taste the iron in her mouth already even before the blood had actually touched her lips and fangs. The anticipation alone was enough to drive her.

She grabbed the hare by the already maimed leg and held up the hare. It squirmed and Melek allowed Anselm to do as he pleased. She thought she knew what was coming and she loved the idea. Her tail twitched with anticipation and she prepared to hold the hare still and let Anselm do his worse. Melek tasted the iron in her maw and reveled in what he would do. Anselm surely was the perfect being that he thought he was. She was starting to see it too, and it surely that would make him feel more godly than he already was appearing to be.

She posed her body ready for the pull that she believed she would come. She wondered how its body would take, how much blood would be pooring out. Would it split in two? Surely that would cause quite the spill, even so all the tears it would have would still produce a fair bit of blood. Her body tingled with the excitement and the duel colored eyes landed on Anselm waiting for him to start up this little experiment.