Yara Grey
Yara's body stiffened as Basilisk's dark smile pierced her resolve. The command to submit, to roll over and expose her throat, was a direct assault on her pride and spirit. Humiliation burned through her like a wildfire, but the hiss of the Wyrm and the sight of Basilisk's elongated fangs left her with little choice. The towering wolf's presence was overwhelming, his arctic blue eyes devoid of warmth or mercy.
As she slowly sank to the ground, rolling onto her back, confusion struck her like a bolt of lightning. Despite the humiliation and fear, there was an unexpected thrill at feeling Basilisk so close, his dominance palpable. It was a bewildering mix of emotions—captivation and terror interwoven. Her thoughts flickered to Eirik, her little brother and only surviving family member, whose disappearance had left a void in her heart. The hope of seeing him again gave her the strength to endure this moment of degradation. She had to survive for the chance to find Eirik and bring him home.
The gentle pressure of Basilisk's sharp teeth on her exposed throat sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of the precariousness of her situation. He held her life in his jaws for a brief moment, then released her, the threat implicit in his actions. She swallowed her pride, her mind racing with plans and contingencies, determined to find a way out of this servitude. Every thought was focused on Eirik; finding him was her sole purpose. The memory of his laughter and the bond they shared fueled her determination. She would endure this, for him.
As she rose to her paws, Yara kept her gaze low, but her mind remained sharp and defiant. She followed Basilisk, listening intently as he spoke of the opportunity to fight for her freedom or a position in the pack. The prospect of earning her way out of slavery was a small glimmer of hope, a challenge she was willing to accept.
Her body ached from the submission, her spirit bruised but unbroken. As they walked, Yara replayed her memories of Eirik, his laughter, his smile. She would endure this humiliation for him, for the chance to see him again. The thought of her brother fueled her determination, steeling her resolve. From this moment forward, she knew she would no longer be free to act as she wished; she decided then to play the role of a possession, just as he desired.
When Basilisk paused, she stood still, her eyes focused on the ground but her mind alert. She listened carefully to his instructions, memorizing every detail. She would bide her time, learn the ways of the pack, and seize any opportunity to regain her freedom. Her ambition and resilience would see her through this trial.
"Yes, master," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. She would play the role of the obedient slave, but her spirit remained defiant. She would find a way to rise above this, to reclaim her freedom and continue her search for Eirik. Until then, she would endure, learn, and wait for the right moment to strike.
