“Ah, Zaroff got me good,” He said out loud to himself with a little snicker.Rainsford looked out of the kitchen window and saw the hounds lying by the puddle of thick, red blood on the ground. They looked peaceful, calm.
“They look rather nice when they aren’t trying to kill you,” Rainsford thought.
Rainsford looked through the cabinets in the kitchen for some food. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in years. He found some eggs and bread, he grabbed a skillet and began cooking. The smell of fresh scrambled eggs filled the kitchen. The golden toast popped out of the toaster. Rainsford's stomach growled like a dog. He took the first bite. The yellow eggs and the golden toast danced around his mouth. He took the last bite, stood up and walked over to the …show more content…
Would anyone even care if I was dead? I feel like I’m a terrible person. I’ve murdered so many innocent animals and didn’t even care. I mount their heads on the wall to show people that I am the animals superior. I was wrong when I said animals don’t feel fear. They do. I know because when I was the one being hunted I felt what any animal feels when they are being hunted, fear. I’m sure no one will believe me when I tell them about this. I wouldn’t either if someone had told me about this. It’s all so surreal, I mean a man that hunts humans for sport. I suppose it’s like when we go hunt animals for sport. I just need to get back home that’s all I