the glowstick that just don't learn how to glow

He couldn't help his terror and fear, couldn't help the way his stomach was a pit of dread. A broken leg wasn't something he was equipped to heal on his own yet, and the pain would likely be unbearable considering how new he was to treating his own wounds. There were some things he could chew or eat for the pain but he didn't know them well enough yet. These thoughts were interrupted when he felt those teeth close on his ear, his body freezing up again and a quiet whine working its way out of his throat. The noise was quickly cut off when the delicate ear was released and a snarl rattled its way into his head from how close Bahamut’s muzzle was to his head.

There was a glimmer of hope, that his punishment would be minor this time, till he started to truly pay attention to what was being said and that hope was sunk. Sugusik went to open his mouth, hoping more gentle pleading and begging would help to show how deeply he was sorry. But this was a beast made from hatred, there was some part of him that knew his words would just fall on deaf ears. After all, he had seen the blind sister who was just as callous with the lives of others. Something terrible had raised these things; his own personal hell was to live with this beast.

His attention was snapped back to this moment when the paw was slowly moved, something condescending about being rewarded with pleasure for running away. But he hadn't asked for that, for this, any of this, he just didn't want to be left crippled and a burden to be killed for it.

"I swear, I won't do it again if just this once-" Larger jaws easily clamped over his own, scared eyes rolling to look at Bahamut before he felt the pressure bare down on his wrist. If he thought the fear had him struggling to breathe this was so much worse. Unable to pant, trapped as he felt the grinding of his bones together before he felt the creaking give way to a sharp, splintering pain that had him jerking and shaking. He dropped his head back to the ground once the pressure was let up, jaws open to let his tongue loll out as he panted for air. He needed time for the pain to subside, enough to let it dull down to a less blinding pain finally.

"There's the only mercy you will be granted.... run from me again and I will rip off your foot." The words brought him back to paying attention again, swallowing around his pain before opening his mouth again."Yes, sir. Thank you for being so kind…" His voice barely above a croak, though he didn't dare stand yet.

"speech"

’thought’

’other's speech’