he looked at the cat, stroked it almost lovingly, and then calmly broke its neck. Blood oozed out of the dead feline’s mouth. Its head hung, although it seemed like it was still trying to live. The man held the bloody cat up, let its blood drip down his face, and licked it. He flung the cat down and smeared the blood on his face ritualistically, like war paint. We were absolutely still. Not believing what we were seeing. Traumatized.
