Blur the Lines

Chimera · 08-11-2021, 05:42 PM

Aliana gave in because she had absolutely no choice. Even if she had screamed and cried and begged him to stop, he wouldn't have. Why? Because she belonged to him. She was an item. A possession. Possessions didn't get to dictate how they were used by their master and the slave woman was no different. She could have screamed for help and, at that moment, Chimera would have torn anyone to shreds that would have dared to force themselves between the man and his toy.

Chimera had taken her hard, rough, bloody. He wanted her to remember this. He had saved her life because it belonged to him. Never would she, or should she, forget that. She was his. HIS. Chimera would dismember anyone or anything that thought otherwise. He'd proven that much.

Once he was through with her, Chimera pulled away. There was still a low growl in his tones as he spoke to the girl. "Go find Siren. Have her patch you up." With that, she was dismissed. Forgotten.

A pale pink eye stared hard upon the dead jaguar. The pelt was too good to waste. Once he was sure that the slave woman had done his bidding and left, Chimera began to strip the pelt from the cat. The rest of it would be left to the scavengers, but he had an idea for the skin. Yet another reminder to the slave girl just whom she belonged to.

"Snarl"

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