It was just a peek

He could see the light fading in her eyes, that breaking of a spirit he'd witnessed so many times before. It was the mind slowly coming to accept the body's fate. She was a trained slave, she knew what he wanted and what he would take, and she was shutting down in preparation for it. This was a little different though. There was a small spark of hope in those immolated eyes that lingered, fighting for its life against the darkness. Even as her body began to tremble in dread that light didn't go away. Even when she refused to run and obeyed his words, it didn't go away. She was clinging to a hope. What that hope was, he'd never be able to tell. Not that it mattered in the end. It would be snuffed out, just like the hope of every other wolf he'd dragged into a life of indentured servitude for little more than a sack of gems and a warm meal or a pretty lady for the night.

She confessed that her Mistress did not know she was out here. Hmm, excellent. No one would come looking for her for a while then. She gave her name as Idalia. It was lovely, a fitting name for the fine creature cowering before him like a scared pup. The corner of his mouth curled up into a lopsided smirk as he finished closing the distance between them. He was looming over her now, still seeing that irritating glimmer in her eyes. He'd have to break her more to get rid of it for good. She asked what he desired of her, her voice barely above a whisper, and he knew he had her. He hadn't had to raise a paw against her either. That was good; slaves were more valuable when they were pretty and unblemished. But that didn't mean he wouldn't still have his fun with her. How else was he going to kill that last bit of hope still stuck in her heart?

"Do not move and don't make a sound," said Sitka, his voice hard and commanding. He knew with their size difference, keeping quiet would be an impossibility for her. But he was fine with a few cries of discomfort and pain so long as she didn't try to howl for help. Sauntering around behind her, Sitka let his eyes roam over Idalia's slender body, taking her in as he made his way to her rump. He wasted no time, batting her tail away and pinning it to her hips as he mounted her roughly from behind. A large paw pressed to her back and forced her front half down to the ground, keeping her pinned beneath his weight and size. Sitka craned his neck down to place his muzzle alongside the fae's delicate ear, then whispered in a rough growl, "If you scream for anyone, I'll snap your neck." His threat issued, Sitka shuffled to position his hips with hers, and began with a snarl, keeping Lia's head pulled back so he could stare into her eyes and watch that last glimmer of hope finally die in them.

- fade -

"Sitka Thánatos"