You try to think hard. What could you give this cheetah that she lets you
live? What does she want? Obviously your flesh. But why didn't she kill you
yet? Because you are not like the others, but like her? What could you offer?
Your thought are interrupted.
"My name is shahira, I'm claiming you as my prey. Do not fight back."
No, you wouldn't fight back. It was obviously useless. But this couldn't be
it, it couldn't be over that simple. There had to be a way ...
In the corner of your eyes you watch the scattering thomson gazelles as they
run to safety. Damn them.
You try to overcome rising panic and answer:
"I ... I won't ... My name is Anija ..."
what do you have to offer? was there anything?
"I don't want to die. Please spare me!"
it's all you can think of, for now.
The cheetah seems almost amused.
"I am hungry. You are my meat now. So why should I?"
You don't like the look by which she seems to judge your body. Its as if she
was devouring you with her eyes.
Damnit, this makes you angry, you are more than just flesh, aren't you?
There must be a way.
What could you say?
