Chainsaw

"No one will find you." was his gruff response, and he slipped in after her.
Together in the small space, just big enough for two, Crescendo's eyes gleamed hungrily. Finally, his own little toy. And he didn't have to share. He circled her again, brushing against her, infusing her with his scent. He stopped at her shoulder, and lapped and the blood until their was none left. Carefully, he drew sharp claws lightly along her side, feeling for the thickness of her pelt, feeling her. She looked weak, perfect for a slave.

He circled her again, nipping her lightly on various parts of her body, getting a feel for her. The base of her tail, her neck, her side, her stomach...
He wanted to know this girl who was now his.