The worst kind of man
His words were venomous and had her shrinking into herself. She winced at his venom for her. Had she truly not done her duties right? No all she'd done was share her opinion of men with him when he asked. Her duties were not failed all he didn't like was that she disliked the touch of men. He touched her and she flinched. But then the flinch turned into more. Screams of yelps came from her as he carved into her face. Blood came from her snout as he marked her. Her eyes watered and clenched shut.
As soon as he let up she was trying to stop the stinging pain of the wound. She pushed her snout and rolled it into the snow. Blood was dripping freely and she was sobbing. Her pain drove her to back away from him. Fear and pain mingled in her eyes. Fear of him. The one she had actually started to trust had now removed any form of trust. She hated him so much in that moment. He was no better than toxic and his band of ruffians. His thread had her ears folding back and her face turning away. Wasn't it bad enough to leave a permanent mark on her? Her jaws were clamped as she let whimpers loose. She'd held them back but there was no use now. Her existence was pain at that moment. Whatever he wanted she'd give him just so he'd leave her alone. "speech" |
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