Fire and Ice

And it was over. She was humiliated. She had been defiled, victimized. Laying there in a heap of white fur, she didn't move, other than to roll over on her side. Her chest heaved. Eyes glazed over as she stared blankly away from him. It this was such a crime why were the feelings inside her so mixed. Adrenaline pumped, endorphins surged through her. The experience had been brutal and though she felt a twinge of fear at his departing words, she also felt a feeling that she wasn't sure of. Something akin to a stock-holm feeling, she wanted to follow him. Forcing herself to lie down she wanted more to get angry. Of course the only reason that she would follow him would be to kill him. Wouldn't it?

As far as she was concerned no other soul except the monster who had attacked her had witnessed the event. Laying there, the sand mixing into her ivory fur she stared blankly into the brush trying to process her feelings and emotions. She knew her ivory coat would be stained crimson where his teeth at met her, and those wounds would take time to heal, but she wondered what physical signs the rape would leave to her. Could she return home with others not knowing how she had been defiled? Would she ever change? And God, why did she feel... satisfied?