I toss them up and catch them on the padded palms of my hands. They scramble up, panting, and although we both know it’s just a game, I catch a glint of fear in their eyes. I set them down and allow them to run before slamming my hand down in front of them, smirking as I relish in my own power.
We continue this game of cat and mouse for a while. When they finally collapse, exhausted, I scoop their tiny body up and hold them against their chest, murmuring soft words of comfort. I would never hurt them, but it’s fun to pretend, and they don’t mind a little rough play now and then.