The worst kind of man
02-14-2019, 02:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2019, 07:59 AM by Eulogy.
Edit Reason: Added the mature tag
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Takes place directly after lemon and mint
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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