The worst kind of man

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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