The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

He slammed a fist down on the table, and something broke. Hopefully in the table, and not his paw. But he heard the crunch. He ignored it as he glared at Demelza through intoxicated eyes. “You're strong, or you're weak. You take or you give. I am never giving again. So I’ll take, and I’ll take whatever the fuck I want, because I will never be at the bottom again.” he snarled at her, his voice louder than it needed to be. The words were a little slurred, but he made them stand out by the force of his emotion. That pull, that need. He would never be weak again.

He reached out a paw as if to touch her, but again, didn’t go all the way. He let it grab at air as he looked at her. “You're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I took you. I will always be strong. I will have you, however I want. Whenever I want.” He had to, because it had to make sense. His trauma had to mean something, and he didn’t care who he broke to prove it.


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