Stephen's POV

flashback starts:

“Last words?” I taunt, cocking my gun like it’s a toy. Like a lion toying with its prey.

The rush isn’t in finishing them off, it’s the playing. That’s the part I love. That’s exactly what I am doing now.

“Pl… please. Spare me. I have kids… who… who would look after them? My… wife…” He pleads, breath hitching, trying to bargain with a human. His first mistake, and his last.

“Your kids, you say? I don’t know about them. But Greg ...