Every Day Like The Last

She nearly flinched as he put his nose to her, desecrating her face and neck as she quietly whimpered to herself as response. Maybe as a hum to his ears. Her eyes stayed closed while that amplified the way he touched her. She didn't know what to expect from him, he may not have known how truly innocent she was. He may have been disappointed she wasn't a virgin, or maybe that wouldn't have mattered at all to him. She wasn't sure how she would ever be able to open up her mouth to speak to him, so he may have never known anyway. She'd probably have to talk sometime if he was bringing her back home. And she may have been slightly relieved to hear so.

She yelped as he moved from her rump to reach his teeth back around her scruff again. She fought a little, but soon grew used to the feeling of helplessness unable to get loose of his strong grip. She could just be thankful for sparing her life without asking. At least that's what he had her believing now. Home, no longer where she had grown up alone. No longer alone... what kind of future would make her miss the days she walked in every pawstep over and over again. This would be a new kind of repetition for her.

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"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature