The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

"Speech"

Just before she could reach the door she felt her body slam against the wall with him and the wind run from her diaphragm with the force. She was shoved to the ground and he loomed over her, her paws scrambled to fight him off, flailing as quickly in the air to try and wriggle free. One back paw pulled free and braced against his thigh as she gasped and sputtered, her lungs aching for air. Her thin legs and fragile frame were reeds compared to his powerfully atrocious muscles.

"You don't understand! You can't trust-"

He grasped her tiny shoulder. Suddenly a sickening bloodcurdling howl started to gather in her lungs as her leg made a horrific snap! But her scream was muffled as he drank from her lips and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't free her mouth from his.

She tried feebly to push away from him with her back legs but he was already pressing her thighs apart readying her for the ruinous incursion. She felt the gruesome weight of his claws pierce the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She whimpered beneath him as he released her mouth to darkly chuckle into her ear his earlier phantom plea. The tears flowed freely as the adrenaline numbed the pain in her freshly broken leg.

Her head swam with alcohol, pain, and panic. She wanted to spit at him, throw that callous request in his face but she could barely muster the effort to look him in the eye. He'd probably kill her if she did. Shuddering and trembling beneath him she went limp and presented her throat to him. Refusing to answer him. Knowing the inevitable would transpire regardless of the answer this time.