The Demon Knows My Vice

The echo of each of his words resonated within her mind- there was no escaping his voice. It rattled her to her core, as he spewed venom, extracting pleasure from her pain with the cold precision of a skilled surgeon. His breath, hot and fetid, washed over her face like a foul wind, and the raw power radiating from his immense frame made her body tremble as he held her to the ground by her throat. She could feel the blackness creeping in from the edges of her vision as her blood pounded in her ears, a desperate chorus of panic and fear. And of course, it was as if he gutted her for her insecurities and laid them all out before her. Pathetic waste of life. Barely a wolf. Not fit to survive. Your sire and mother. Where were the ancients now?  Chained by her weakness, Mariah was forced to stare into the abyss of his eyes, a dark maw that swallowed her whole. The sickening sweetness of his triumph filled the air, suffocating her further in this cruel display of power and dominance.

A numbing chill coursed through her as Moros positioned himself above her- pinning her to the invisible ground, and erasing any thought of resistance. Her silver eyes wide with terror, she cried out silently in pain and fear as he braced himself on the back of her head. Mariah twisted her neck against his oppressive force, catching a glimpse of her distorted reflection in the obsidian of his eyes. The image she saw was a cruel mockery of herself, reduced to an object of torment. His nefarious grin stretched across his face, a nightmarish rendition of a serpent aglow with victorious amusement. Mariah had never felt so exposed, so violated. Her body was on display, her spirit laid bare for his viewing pleasure. Her legs trembled beneath his weight as the cold seeped through her fur and bit into her skin. Terrified of what was to come, she dared to lift her gaze one last time towards Moros. His eyes, dark as night and filled with feral delight, bore down on her like cruel judgement.

Mariah shut her eyes tightly, tears seeping from the corners and running down her cheeks as she braced herself. His words echoed in her mind, each syllable a lash against her spirit. The horrific reality of her situation seemed to close in around her, encompassing her being in a wave of utter helplessness. Mariah's breath hitched, her body frozen in shock and agony as she was forced to accommodate this hellish entity. She felt as if she were crumbling, her soul shattering into a thousand shards of pain and despair. The icy chill of darkness seeped into her bones as Moros began his sadistic violation. Her terrified whimper was smothered by his suffocating form, her small frame trembling beneath his weight. The world outside her agony seemed distant, muffled as if submerged under frigid waters, and she drowning with searing pain that blossomed with the flex of his nails into her skull, and the assault on her most sacred self. Every push was a sickening invasion, and there nothing she could do to save herself. This is the only value you will ever have. Learn your place.

"Mariah Mendacium"