Putrid Pride

She was acting like a cornered animal now- wild and frenzied, snarling and cursing. Recklessly snapping her jaws at him, catching a few patches of fur between her teeth. Her aim was getting sloppy, consciousness fading as he repeatedly slammed her head down. The scent of blood fills the space between them, causing him to salivate and increase the ferocity of his brutality. It splattered across his chest, weeping from her nostrils, tainting his charcoal fur with crimson streaks. If Sephiran hadn’t given instructions to maim her, and had given him free rein…. He may have killed the woman, only to satiate his own depravity. But alas, Sephiran had a purpose for this girl. Somehow, she fit into the tyrant's vision, which meant Rhazien had to spare her life.

Once he felt her body go lax, her mind fading in and out of consciousness, Rhazien would let her go. Pulling his jaws away, which were soaked in her blood.  He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her pained whines echoing throughout the clearing. But he wasn’t done yet. Twisting in place, he turned to her lower half. Widely opening his jaws, he struck at her hip- where it connected to her abdomen, and her ribs could be felt. Dragging his serrated fangs in haphazard movements, sawing down into the muscle. Rhazien would leave her with lacerations so deep, she would be left with thick, mangled scar tissue.... serving as her maim.  

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