Ripping apart the lower portion of my gown, I followed after her as silently as possible. I watch her through lowered eye lids. My lips spreading into a discrete grin as I see her cut through a alleyway.
Glancing over my shoulder, I ran after her, tackling her to the floor with my hands clasped around her throat. Squeezing and squeezing— her hands pry against mine, staring up at me in surprise and terror. I watch as her face turns dark red, her lips agape and desperate saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
All I can think of is how much I want to enjoy this.