Beneath the veil of fear

Oh, how he reveled in the shrieking cry that left her lips, the sound reverberating off the walls of the cavern, filling his ears and increasing the predatory lust festering inside of him. It did little to quell his anger, but it fueled his desire to hurt her, to watch her writhe and squirm beneath him as she was riddled in fear. And squirm she did. Her ragged, sharp breaths escaped through her tiny lips, as she lay helplessly beneath him, waiting for him to pillage and indulge.

But this wasn’t just a play session with the Sultan- Sephiran truly believed there was information he needed to force out of the Sidi. He didn’t believe they had left on their own devices- wasn’t convinced Apollyon had sent them here to find him. With a snarl, he raises a paw and slams it against her face, his toes flexing out as he claws at the tender skin there. He even rakes a claw against her eye, scratching the sclera out to the corner until it starts to bleed. “You expect me to believe my Father sent you?” He seethed, glaring down at her. “A cowardly dog whose only purpose was to entertain him?" For whatever reason, Apollyon had taken a liking to the girl- perhaps it was their difference in species. Maybe it was a different kind of fuck that he reveled in. But it led him to believe his father wouldn’t have let her go so easily. “And Azoula,” He continues, applying more weight to her face, wanting her to squirm beneath his strength. “She left without a replacement?” A question and an accusation, he couldn’t imagine his father would let her leave without having another Sidi-handler lined up in her place.

"Sephiran Saxe"