Scraps

She was staring at him in such a manner that he had to wonder if she had lost her ability to understand their language. When she spoke again, it was to truly show her befuddlement. He gave her a light, amused smile. “I can chain you if you think it’ll make you more comfortable.” He suggested in dry amusement.

Then, just when he thought they had been on the same page with training, she admitted to having no idea what he was talking about. Asking what he was fetching her for and asking if she was going to be used. “You are referring to… sex?” he asked, blinking in surprise. “Is that what you are often used for? No. No, I am talking about learning self defence, Iris of the Armada. In my pack, you will learn how to defend yourself.” Did she truly think he was going to just… turn around and mount her battered and abused body? He shook his head in disbelief. The Slavers hadn’t wanted functional wolves, they were happy to break them, and just replace them with another. Wasteful ignorant bastards. He wished he could get his claws into them.

"Sirius Fatalis"