tell me why this hurts

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

His advance would cease only momentarily before he would come closer, his skin brushing up against hers and his lips dangerously close to her ear. In her seated position she would draw further into herself, tucking her head against her throat, her ears falling against her head. Her front legs pulled back against her body and her tail wrapped protectively around her paws. Liste felt the phantom pains of the scars beneath her pelt from where her father's teeth and claws ripped into her flesh while he used her time and time again, and a whimper of fear escaped her.


It is not pain I fear, would come her quiet, shaky voice. How could she save herself from this?

talk, think