Nothing else for it, you pull yourself up off that pink bed where you had hoped to sleep Sarah off and move towards the window. Cracking it open and letting the cool air wash over your drool soaked chin, your healthy grey fur and that slowly silencing belly. Sarah was giving in, but with the right intake and outtake of air you could reasonably keep her alive for a good while longer. If you wished to be cruel...
She was your sister, but she was also delicious and felt good inside of you, and you were a beast now past the point of no return. You grin and, just before your mother decides to open the door you look around at Sarah’s former bedroom. The half biology project on the nearby desk, the pink bed adorned with a unicorn embroidered pillow, the cartoonish posters on the walls. Such a wonderful little den, the perfect place to snuff out a sweet little sister forever.
And with that you climb out of the window and land easily on the ground below. Your mother opening the door open to see nothing but a messy bed, a pile of her daughter’s clothing on the ground but no daughter, and the swinging curtains of an open window.
