I'm Not A Monster, Neither Is He

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My breathing hitched.
Its blazing red eyes glared at me through the metal cage.
I blinked a few times, and it snarled at me in return.
I smelled the musty air, not being able to pay attention to anything else.
Its claws scraping at the cold, damp floor.
I grabbed a rusty bar on the cell, and leaned my head in.
It stayed put. I thought it would've taken this opportunity to rid of me.

I reached out, petting its overly large head with my small fragile hands.
I whispered, "let me love you."