The face looked at me in darkness
In it's mind it was deciding whether to bite me
Teeth were bared
eyes fierce
It came close to my face
Growling insanely in the blackness
It offered me dread
I couldn't feel it
It insisted
I couldn't feel the fear
I personally wanted to devour the animal
To tear it's throat
Ritually howl as it bled out on my bedroom floor
I would turn off my alarm heat the pan
skin the beast
early breakfast
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