You were trapped. Like the prey you were, about to be caught. The distant growling of the tiger was growing ever nearer and the alleyway you’d been running through was a dead end.

You were sure you’d die by now.

Horangi prowled up to you, his sharp horn glistening as the sun hit it at just the right angle, like a prism of colours.

It would look so beautiful stained with your blood.

“I just want a little touch, 나의 사랑.” He said in that accented voice of his. “It’s just a bit of fun.”