What would happen if...

If he got lucky the slave could be amusing soon.  Whether this meant crystals cutting her throat, choking her, or poisoning her, hopefully, there would be a reaction of some kind.  A paw hovers over the gem, “Slave, c’mere.”  Sure, it had a name but calling her slave was a reminder of station.  “You want it? That’s great.”  Misery tapped the crystal ever so gently with his paw, “Eat it.”  Her wanting it was a question but the command to eat it wasn’t.  The boy offered her a thin smile, “Prove you can be useful to the pack.”   If she couldn’t do this maybe mom would really let Medusa be nothing more than a chew toy.  It’d be a short-lived job if she did become a chew toy.  Her odds were better with the crystal regardless of what it did.

Admittedly he hadn’t asked his mom if it was alright but he assumed she wouldn't stop the slave now that Misery had ordered it.  If mom was against he’d just have to apologize later.  If the slave died there was always bound to be new ones they could get.  Misery so often acted nice and cheery to other wolves in the pack but right now the twisted smile and bright eyes threw a darker look to his features.  He dared this wolf to deny him.

"Misery"