The predator stood smirking. His job was done. It was not exactly the flesh, blood and gore that excited him. The predator lived on fear. His presence was enough to paralyze the hapless prey. The predator waited. Hunger could wait. But he could not resist playing with his victim for a little longer. The fear it its eyes, its silent plea for death made the predator want to savour the moment for a little while longer.
What the predator forgot was that the will to survive made often the impossible possible.