Saturday flash fic with a very short horror story!
The things I do for love
He looked down at his cat.
– I can’t give you more Fluffs.
There was another persistent long and loud meowing, more of a low grow with an oddly disturbing ring to it.
He gave a glance to the red eyes of his beloved Fluffs, then turned to cut another finger from the bleeding body on his kitchen counter and threw it in the metal cage.