hurry up now

Already she was changing. Malleable as putty after a few good twists. She definitely had a good foundation. A pretty little thing, already accustomed to abuse. She just needed a little push here and there, and she would become the perfect slave. She would, eventually, be a mark of his rank. The perfect, suitable slave. Proof that he could mould a wolf to his whims, and that he was worthy of severance. In truth, he had never had a slave before. He would never let this one go.

She finished the stew, and handed him a bowl. He could hear her tummy growling beneath her skin, and the saliva growing on her tongue. She was starving. He took the bowl, and dug in. Eating it with sounds of enjoyment. She might consider it unflavoured, but he wasn’t accustomed to anything better. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, ready to lash out if she moved towards the food in front of her. Food whose scent drifted to her, and grew cold as she waited. At last, he licked the bottom of his bowl, and tossed it lightly to the side. “Eat” He ordered her. “When you're done, finish cleaning the den and then join me in my bed.” He turned from her, but his fox watched her carefully. Would she quail at such a request? Or was she already utterly compliant to anything he wished.


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