I'd been trapped in a room with what one would call a psychopath more times than I could recall. From the clearly unhinged individual who just wanted to tear my throat out with a single look, to the ones more sneaky to say the least. But this one was different, evil yes, but crafty. I could tell by the cold look in her emerald eyes that this lady wanted me dead. I sat in a sinking old settee, her eyes staring, following my every move. Not an eyelid did she blink. Her chest moved up and down with every breath she took. The beating of my heart quickened. We both knew how frightened I was, but I didn't want to show my fear.

Cup of tea in my hand rested against my knee. Even in thick denim jeans I could feel the heat burning my skin. She was watching. She was waiting. Her eyes still stared in my direction which forced a shiver of anxiety to run down my back. With others they'd give a warning, a tail twitch, a snarl, a growl, but not this one.

Her memory and mine clearly differed and I knew not many years ago I'd welcomed this pretty lady, this innocent looking creature into my home and I'd assumed she'd been happy in the few days she'd been our guest. I couldn't help wondering what had happened to her in her life to turn her into this thing I saw before me.

I took a sip and glanced over to where she sat on the pink painted wicker chair near the window, but no one was there. I glanced around the small room. The door that lead into the minuscule kitchen was closed so I knew the only place she could have gone was up the small flight of stairs. The chair I sat in was close to the staircase and nothing had passed me without me knowing. I felt on edge. Like somewhere she was watching me. Those greenish eyes watching. Her mind is waiting. Her body ready for the kill.

And then it happened. A sharp pain engulfed my big toe. It felt like someone stabbing me with a sharp knife. The pain ran down my toe and crept up my leg. I looked down. There she was. A small furry shape flew up the stairs behind me. My attention turned to my toe and through the thick top of my trainer there I saw a clear hole where her tooth had pieced the shoe. I could feel my toe pulsating as a dark ruby liquid seeped into my sock.

I was lucky that day. I could have lost my toe or even my life. But the tale of the psycho lady continues and leaves people unaware of what or whom she will attack next.

Notes
This is another story I wrote quickly a few minutes ago. It's the same character I wrote about in the previous prompt and this one is actually a true story. I'll give a shout-out to anyone who can guess what's happening in this story. Unless you're Lara or someone from SUAW who I've already told about this. Hahaha!