[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]
He was still as cute as the day I first made him, my little monster. I watched from my low position on high as his deep red eyes—the color of coral in darkness—stared intently at his prey frantically splashing in the water. I smiled as my little terror, grown so fast from the bubble of joy he had been at his creation, wrap that man in his tentacles and give a squeeze. He then placed his mouth on the man’s horror-stricken face and began to suck the years right out of him.