What if I say I'm not like the others

He released her neck as she went down and was quick with his next movements. He aimed to put a paw on her ribs to hold her there and keep her in place. His canines dripped with her blood and he licked it off his teeth with a deep dark chuckle. A word from her had him smirking. Oh she would be left broken bloody and beaten to die on the tundra, of that he had already decided. She wasn't even worth a meal to him. He was the king of demons, the king of hell. His voice came promising her this pain, deep and threatening. "Been to hell sweet heart, daddy didn't stop beating me until I knew it from front to back. But you you need to learn it too." His teeth then snapped, aiming for the front right leg of her, at the joint directly above the paw. He didn't want to just hold it no, he wanted it broke. He didn't even care about his defenses now, he had her where he wanted her. His eyes didn't leave her's and he kept them narrowed. He moved to put weight on her and hold her down. He would fix that smell soon too.