Day 986

Today I finally managed to escape my dim-witted captors, only to be captured hours after my escape.

Shortly after sunrise this morning I slipped out behind a guard as they completed the ritual of opening the prison door to retrieve a stack of paper. I had been observing this ritual for years, making few attempts which all ended in disaster and scolding. This time I was sure it would work, for my holders had over-indulged in a foul smelling liquid the night before which causes them to be even more tired and sluggish in the morning than usual.

As I slipped out I heard my name shouted in surprise. I did not turn until I was out of the yard, inhaling the fresh morning air and my first taste of freedom for longer than I could remember. The air filled me with life and energy I had not felt for who knows how long. I immediately found a safe place to hide and went back to sleep.

A few hours passed. I was alerted by a low rustling 20 yards off. I slowly made my way towards the sound. Couched to the ground, pupils enlarged.

I wait. There. A small fluffy bunny chewing on grass still coated in the morning dew. The sun glistens off it's fur, it's wide dark eyes alert and innocent. The sight is beautiful, one of peace and contentment that only a herbivore knows.

I shall soon paint the ground with it's blood.

My claws are sharped from months of tearing fabric off of furniture. They now twitch in anticipation of tearing flesh.

The rabbit is chewing grass, calm, relaxed. I wait a moment, appreciate what is about to take place. Then I strike. The rabbit startles and for a split second and our eyes meet. I see the fear and shock reflected off it's pupils as I sink my claws into it's soft fur and bite around it's neck. I carry it back to my yard. It lays still in my mouth, but I know it is not dead. It must suffer first.

I lay the rabbit on the ground and wait for it to move. At the first sign of movement I bat it with my claw. It turns to run and I grab it again, shaking it in my mouth. It's leg is broken and it is quivering in fear.

I continue to taunt and play with the rabbit. Time passes and I finally decide to finally kill it and devour it. It is then I hear my name shouted. I turn around, startled. One of my captors is coming towards me. I want to run and escape, but cannot fight the urge to stay and finish my kill. This moments hesitation costs me as I am grabbed and picked up and brought back to my prison.

They cannot keep me captive forever. There will be another day.