Watching him move around frantically is amusing. His hands on his head, eyes wide and fixated on what he’s standing above. He shouldn’t be freaking out this much, that girl pulled at my ears after all. Anyone who dares to touch me like they know and own me should meet the same fate this girl has met. I’ve never seen her before. Although he said her name, I can’t remember it and nor do I care.

What happened right before her demise was, she was trying to hurt my owner. I didn’t like the way she looked at him, those giant bug eyes shaped like hearts. No one is allowed to take advantage of my owner except for me. He feeds me, so I must make sure he stays alive.

Her body being stillness on the ground covered in scratches and bite marks should only show how dedicated I am to my owner. I wish he’d pet me instead of standing there mouth agape.