Break Stuff
09-01-2014, 10:17 AM
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...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... Forsaken hadn't expected the woman to lash out at him. No, being a child he thought he was safe from such things. His mother had often told him wolves wouldn't attack children, seeing them little, but they could very well kidnap them, and warned him to stay close. The words would leave her mouth and she'd move, catching Forsaken completely off-guard. Her left leg would strike out, sweeping his legs from under him. In a matter of seconds he was on the ground, her jaws grabbing onto the right side of his neck. He was pinned, his golden eyes wide with surprise, anger, and twinged with something else. Pleasure. The rough movements, the dominance the queen cast over him and showed... it brought a warm tingling to his spine. Being thrown around... an added bonus. There was something twisted in the boy's mind, but this act... was something but unexpected and desired. The hold was tight. Not enough to seriously hurt him, but enough for Forsaken to know she meant business. To know he was beneath her and held no power. The cockyness from the boy faded, but the single gold orb would look up at her, a glint of respect in it now. "So I am yours then." The words were calm enough, perhaps eerily calm for his situation as he accepted his face and submitted to her. His body was still, waiting. He had much to learn, and in a life of servitude he would do that. He already liked this woman, one who was not afraid to take what she wanted, to show she meant business and designate her place in this world. No... Forsaken didn't feel anger or bitterness. Only satisfaction. The lost dog had found it's new master. |