Despite her cool exterior he could hear the fear within her. Her heart was drumming against her chest, and her body was starting to shudder. Didn't she understand that no matter what she tried to play off, he knew how she really felt inside? He was a master at it. He liked to believe he knew everything. "All right. I'll pay the price, whatever it may be." Ebony lips switched into a devilish smirk as the woman foolishly agreed. So, she wanted to be saved huh? He would save her then, but it would come with an expensive price. Could she live a mute bitch for the rest of her life? She would have to, because even a prisoner would prefer a master over death.
"Very well." He would coo, toes flexing as he attempted to dig his claws deeper into her shoulders. He wanted to hear her squeal for mercy. "If you want your freedom, you must first swear your loyalty to the man who instilled life back into you. My rules are simple: you allow me to mark you, and your freedom is yours. You may roam as you wish, meet who you desire, and return to me when you feel best- but I warn you lamb, I do not take defiance lightly. Despite your newly found freedom you still belong to me. If I call, you come, no questions asked- and if I catch you indulged in the tastes of another man, even another mutt, I will gouge out your eardrums and rip your eyes from their sockets so you may never see or hear again." His tone at first had been promising, but as he went on about possible betrayals his mood instantly changed. His lips curled to reveal his flawless fangs, and his tongue rolled angrily within his mouth. If she were to betray him he would not think twice about making her life miserable. He was not above harsh punishment. "Do I make myself clear, little lamb?" His deep voice regained its gentle edge as he anticipated her answer. If she were to agree, he would proceed to rip her tongue from her mouth. Was she ready for this? Or would she rather die in this pitiful cave?
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