Succubus
The poor creature hangs trapped in the needle-sharp teeth of the Night-Hunter. Near death, oozing blood, bones cracked, its shrieks have mercifully ended.
She carries the body to The Altar, in extremis, lays it down, gnaws off the head, licks her gory claws.
The nightly bloodbath of the felis catus.
“The altar” being, I would guess, Mom’s bed? 😉
Lots of gore in those fifty words, Sharron. Cute ending.