Haunted Wood Dancing with the Devil

The world was harsh, individuals hardened themselves to it and grew strong, brave - there were many out there who didn't show fear, who didn't feel it quite as easily as they did as pups. But those who still shuddered, who quaked whether it was from him or sourced elsewhere... he drank it up like a sponge dried in the sun who had finally been plunged into a bucket of water. 

And he soaked up every moment of hers. Every quivering word, he drank it up like the greedy bastard he was. Rolling onto his haunches, smooth motion as he gently placed a paw around her quivering, frail body, pushing her closer into him as his words tumbled in slithering from his tongue. Toxic and thick as tar. Lost and abandoned. What a shame. He saw his opportunity and he would cease it. Grasp it firmly in his grip and toy with the moment, with her, for as long as he could. 

Do you have a home to return to? The question didn't matter... he was already set on keeping the woman. Should she prove to be useful... or at least continue to amuse him. But his words remained calm, as kind as a snake coiling around its victim in a deadly embrace.