The Aftermath

The girl could do very little to resist his threats paralyzed by the pain of her injuries, though she would certainly not relent in answering his eye contact. He towered over her- she could practically read the intent in his dual-colored gaze. And it was the first time she felt the edge of panic in her chest. His voice transitioned into something a little gentler, but she refused to fall trapped in the sound of venom on another’s tongue. I’ll make you into one. She remained silent- not answering him. Only reinforcing her own death pact in her mind as he taunted her. As Sephiran sat down next to her, the fur along her neck and spin bristled at his touch- though she couldn’t bring herself to move away. It hurt too much. But when she felt his paw come to rest on the back of her head, she could do very little to contain the feminine growl that erupted from her chest. The brute flexed his claws into her skin, raking them down her spine with enough pressure to catch in the punctures leftover from the previous night. Her injuries were very much still raw, very swollen, and very sensitive. Her fur had been matted from the blood that had dried around her coat. And as he reopened the angry wounds, her growl was cut off in a gasp, and a cry stifled in a shakey exhale. Her muscles through her neck and shoulders went rigid in a reflex, and she was unfortunately punished by her own condition in doing so.

Aurelia was aware that he had been talking, but couldn’t focus on what he had said- or at least, not at first. As the raking claws worked toward her hindquarters, she was able to tune back in. Though she didn’t want to have to hear whatever psychotic musings fell from his lips. She suddenly felt pressure on the plain of her shoulder blade- meant to hold her in place as he hooked the inside of her exposed back leg. The already tender muscle burned with the restraint, but the more he lifted on her leg- the more her body contorted to relieve the strain- the more distressed she became. For the first time in all their encounters, fear began to flood her system. She choked back a shriek behind clenched jaws, though she couldn’t hold back the whimper. But as the pressure continued to build, so did the volume of her cries until she couldn’t contain them anymore.

In a desperate attempt to relieve the stress, she fought to shift her pelvis- kicked out with her other leg. Tried to raise her head, and snap- oh what she would given to make contact with the limb holding her down- though that didn’t get her very far. She tried to worm her way out from beneath him. In her weakened state, she struggled against him, as hard as she could muster. She was aware of what he had said … but in her anguish, she couldn’t make the right words come out. “Sephiran!” It was his name that she found first as she continued to writhe beneath him. “Sephiran! Stop!” Aurelia cried out something that vaguely resembled a plea for mercy. She had lost his eye contact long ago, her sapphire gaze clenched tight as she made her feeble attempt to fight against him.

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