Got me ten feet off the ground
12-07-2016, 04:08 AM
Zuriel buried her face in Faite's fur while she tried desperately to shove away all of the memories that threatened to swallow her whole. The only reason she was able to get her breathing half under control and keep herself from passing out was being able to fill her nose with Faite's familiar scent. What she hated the most was the fact that he hadn't hurt her. Besides the slight bite mark she had gotten on her scruff from her own attempts to pull away, she had come out of it physically unschathed. He had complimented her and flattered her. That was what churned her stomach. The idea that someone could say such beautiful things and still do this to her. That was the thing that had her the most terrified. If he had been awful and nasty and had come out of the gate with fangs and claws she could rationalize it to one crazy wolf. Perhaps it was just one crazy wolf, but how could she tell the difference between him and any other man with sweet words? Her ears pinned to her head when Faite insisted that Zuriel had to tell her what happened and she had to give her a name. She didn't want her family to go after him. Especially not Faite. "He... He made me have sex with him..." Her voice was so quiet that she was sure that if she hadn't been leaning into Faite she wouldn't have heard her. Shame filled her even as the words left her mouth. "H-His name was Elias. He said he met you before and he was so nice at first, I thought it was okay... I shouldn't have been out when it was dark, I knew better, I was looking for a den." Her head lifted from Faite's chest so she could plead with her, her expression desperate. "I'm so sorry, Faite, please don't go after him. Something's not right in his head, I could see it. I don't want you to get hurt! I... I need you. I can't... I can't tell Regulus or Dad. What... What am I going to do if I'm..." She couldn't say it. If she said the word it felt more real. |
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