LucasThe mutt under me doesn't cry or plead for her life. Instead, she assures me that it's okay to kill her. What in hell is wrong with her?The pleading, begging, crying, it's all the best parts of a kill. Knowing that you're taking away what they want most. Irritated, I remove my paws from her arms and pull away from her. Shifting back, I reach my hand down to her. She looks at it with creased eyebrows, as though she didn't understand what I was doing. I drop my hand without her taking it with a huff. Running my hands through my hair, I look at the little thing lying in the snow, soaking up the moisture of the snow into her hair and clothes. She doesn't shiver or cry. Her eyes are dry as she stares up at me in shock. Silence passes between us for long seconds before she finally speaks, crawling to her knees at my feet. "No, no, no, no!" she shouts, putting her head in her shaking hands. "What are you doing?" I ask calmly, though my interest is piqued in the little creature wit
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