The Things That Are Deadly

Did she just fucking…? Viper turned her back on him and began stiffly walking away from him, back towards her den off of the island. Chimera’s eyes filled with flames and he stalked after her. “You fucking wait,” he snarled as he came up behind her. What in the fuck was her problem? As he neared her, the giant man reached out with one paw, trying to trip her up and hopefully make her fall to the ground. The silent bitch was going to use her words today. She was going to tell him why the fuck she was acting like a typical woman. Being atypical was why he enjoyed her in the first place, so what was this shit?

The brutes swipe landed and Viper fell into the sand just enough for him to take advantage. He flipped her onto her back and stood over the tiny fae. He could see the burning fury in her face but it still didn't make any sense to him. She had no right or reason to be acting like such a bitch to him and even less of a right to act like a bitch to Dalila. The slave knew her place. She never acted out of turn or stepped out of the bounds of her role. She was a very good slave. Because of this, Chimera knew that she hadn’t done anything to the woman beneath him.

A low growl tinged his words as he stared down into Viper’s face. “You’re going to talk. What the fuck is your problem?” It never dawned on him that something he’d done had been the issue. He was the man and was well within his rights to do whatever he wished. Viper was just a woman. She had no right to dictate to him, to dislike anything that he chose to do. “Use your words,” he growled again, his teeth mere inches from the tip of her muzzle.