The worst kind of man
The smell of her bile was disgusting but she dared not move. Hannibal had promised to punish her and the woman was a ball of anxiety. Every moment could be the one he put his paw on her and she much rathered he didn't. She had no choice though. She trembled, not from the cold of her exposed den but from the fear of him. He hadnt been such a horrible guy but now she knew better. He was certainly worse than Toxic and all the pack members that held her before. She wanted nothing more than to look to the sky and see her brother's raven on the horizon. Or to even catch a slight hint of her mother's scent. She'd never know which way to go but she could at least have the comfort of them being near. She didnt even know of the war this punishment could start, not that anyone knew her last name to connect the dots. Her thin body huddled under the overhang of the rock that made up her den. She was more comfortable with the way it was because she had a way to escape her den if she needed too. Her cheeks were soaked and ice was building up on the ends of the wet fur. He was being particularly cruel by making her wait for the pain of whatever his vile mind conjured up.
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Prior to this occasion Hannibal did not have a reason to punish or inflict any hostilities on Eulogy. He did not want to hurt the babe but it was only part of the proper course. The servant dare speak out of turn and judge her master? Her insolence is what got her in trouble and the tongue was right there with it. He figured the woman would go a little longer without acting out but her spunk surprised him. The Taskmaster couldn't fathom allowing his own slave riddle off spiteful verbiage without consequence thus he sentenced her almost instantly. He knew if she were to waddle back home and think about what she did the anxiety of an oncoming punishment would be enough to rack her brain. The mind can almost be more torturous then anything one could do to the physical form. After about two hours Nephthys came to relieve Hannibal of his fatherly duties. His pink pads fell upon the dismal earth like war drums as he marched to the arid den of the slave. A look reeking of disgust stained his facial features while a sneer planted upon pink lips. Dominance poured from the horrid monster as he neared Eulogy. As he laid eyes upon her cowardice form within the makeshift den he stopped. His location was about three tail lengths away with a raised head. "Slave." His voice was deep and lacked the usual twang of drama. Hannibal awaited her arrival at his front paws with annoyance. He would much rather be laying in the den with his pups and Nephthys. Yet, he had to punish an unruly bitch.
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He made the wait for the punishment last forever. Would he rape her? Would he be leaving her blind and marked more? Anything was possible. He'd forgotten about where she came from and what she was supposed to be. That she bore marks from men when they decided to be rough and viscous during their rape of her. She could tell you how each scar came to her and what she had "done" to deserve it. Some had been from absolutely nothing but the cruelty of the men that decided that she needed to be bred. Bred. Such a vile thing. As if she were nothing more than a machine to produce offspring. "speech" |
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