My Prey

I straddle you, my knees pressing into the soft, lush grass at your sides. You buck beneath me, your legs thrashing in an attempt to throw me off. With casual ease, I entangle my legs with yours and lean forward. My hand covering your mouth has grown hot and moist from your silenced pleas for help. Your eyes, sapphire blue, are wide and glistening as tears roll freely from them. You entice me.
You still as I lick your cheek, lapping at the salty streams that you left behind. You watch me; my every movement being tracked, every breath being counted. You bore me.
I let go of your mouth and hands. You begin to flail about, a blood-curdling scream ricocheting off of the nearby trees. You annoy me.
My hand is as wide as your throat. I squeeze, digging my gloved fingers into your neck. Your eyes widen in realization. You have no air. Your life is slowly draining. I watch as your beautiful eyes dim, little by little. You struggle unknowingly. It’s a futile attempt. You amuse me.
I smile when you look up at me. Your eyes are a dull grey now. They are no longer the beautiful sheen I first noticed. Your life is gone and, now, I part ways. You satisfy me.