Casual Shopper

The sting of pain came as a shock to her, lighting her world bright, blinding white. Eris gasped into the muzzle. What came out was a strange, strangled noise. Her eyes began to water of their own accord, as much as she wished to no longer cry. Her ear smarted and bled freely, streaming down into her eye and lips. She sputtered with what limited movement her mouth had.

As much as she may have desired to struggle, Eris knew it would only bring her more pain. Her torn ear would be a constant reminder of this wretched experience. Praying for grace, Eris gave herself up to Tor. There was nothing more she could do. Valkyrie's words rolled off of her - the Ademre didn't understand sex as the way some common wolves understood it, and so her captor's foulest threat fell on deaf ears. Eris just assumed that they might also tear her limb from limb, and she hoped that when they were finished there wouldn't be a single trace of her left on this earth. Then Lament, her sisters, and Oxide could never find her and know what became of their poor little shadow.

Eris stumbled listlessly after Valkyrie, a hollow broken thing.