you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She definitely noticed him staring. Or was it leering? She actually wasn't sure how much of a safety net She had in Oleander. Just because the young healer was clearly repulsed at the idea of using her to get his jollies, didn't mean the rest of the pack subscribed to the same sentiment. 


“Enjoying the show?” She asked, voice dry as bone. Her back hurt like a motherfucker and she'd lost most of the courtesy beaten into her by the slavers. Oleander had made her bold. Perhaps foolishly so. 


She was pale by the time they made it to the dens exit. If her babysitter was entertaining any ideas of indulging himself with the shiny new slave, she knew it was going to hurt like a motherhumper. She was shaking from excursion by the time they left the den, and she was fully ready to risk it all and beat him if he so much as remarked on it. Luckily, he had pushed ahead and almost forgotten her instead. Mores the pity.


“Did you bring the wire cutters?” She asked, forcing one step, and then another. She could do this. One, another, one, another. She was making progress. Leaving the wretched healer den behind.