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

That light sparking in the corner of her eye, Wilder felt accomplished. He couldn't say he knew everything about being a slave, but one thing he did know was that they were at the bottom of the barrel. So giving her a taste of control would be more than enough to push her to the limit. How fucking stupid could he be? Reckless, stupid, and immature. Wilder hadn't even expected her to go along with it. He hadn't been that serious... Or had he? Had he been wanting to push her to that limit, see how much she could take to set her attitude right. Fuck.

Wilder stood motionless as she pushed off him and took a few rushed steps ahead. His unblinking stare watched as she tumbled back into the snow. Yet, this time, she made no moves. Nothing happened after the thud of her body hitting the ground except for the cry of agony. She looked dead.

"Fuck, gods dammit, fuck, fuck, fuck," he murmurs under his breath, cursing the whole way over to her as he rushes to her side. "Vesper," Wilder speaks urgently, eyes wide and ears pressed forward as he falls back down into the snow beside her. His nose finds her neck, pushing against her to see if she'll respond. "Fuck," he curses again, head jolting up to look around. Not that they had gotten that far from the warrens, but enough that he wasn't sure he could leave her alone.

"Help!? Anyone!?" Wilder calls out loudly before he drapes his head over her shoulder more to keep her warm than anything else.

WILDER