Prey

The gentle hot hues covered the small office room  . The sunset shimmering across the lake next too the old  home.

old wooden carved furniture and a large book collection ,big enough to call a home library,  shining in the light. 

The musical melody of gasps of air filled the room.   The source being a young woman with sweet brown hair framing her delicate yet terrified face.

She cried as a sheep being eaten by wolf. Slowly pulling at its wool and tearing its flash from its bones. Dripping blood from its wounds.

The wolf to be was sitting at the desk  looking out the  window - the window framing the view of the lake . Like a painting  on a wall.

The song ' non, ne neregretre rein ', from the darling Édith Piaf  , mixing as an duet with the sheep's desperate cries.

The lake admiring man turned and smiled at the woman . Her cries growing more restless . His smile fell and let out an audible anoyyed sigh.

He pushed the chair out  and lifted himself with help from the beautifully carved desk .
Slowly dancing to the music  to himself as he makes his way  towards the small fear filled lamb.

He lowered himsf to her level , his light blonde hair shining in the sunset lighting as his glasses gleamed . His hand caressing her face as she winced and wriggled away from him but to no avail. Her wrists being tied behind her back tied to the grand pianos leg. Her ankles tied together . 

He couldnt help but smile at her  but once again she didnt reciprocate . He scoffed and harshly let go of her pearlly white from fear face as he got up .

Crashing and clanking filling the room as everything previously neatly on the table came down too meet the old wooden floorboards.

Followed by a collection of curses and insults escaping the beautiful blonde boy. His words growing more  harsh and threatening at each second that she cried .

The symphony of crashing and screaming falling silent .
The wolf fell to its natural  instinct.

Sleeve covered in droplets of a wine toned stains. His hands dripping with the same .  His bruised knuckles clicked as he tightened his grip on a floral metal frameworked candle stick. 

The song had ended . To which his anger filled mind went to rest back to calmness. Dropping the candle stick and limping too the record player , putting on his favorite  Tommy Dorsey  record . His hand gently placing the record players needle on the record.