Break Stuff
09-01-2014, 07:47 PM
With satisfaction she would watch the boy crumple beneath her. He would not fight, going utterly still beneath her. A smile curled her lips as her fangs sank into his throat, without piercing his innocent flesh. His soft words were music to her ears. He was given her total control of his life. He was now nothing more than prisoner with her grasp, she was free to do with him as she pleased. She would release him, but not before inflicting a harsh nip on his shoulder. Rocking back, she would peer down him, waiting for him to pick himself up. "Yes, you are all mine." Words darkened with wicked intent. "Now what is your name boy." Demanding words like her maw, as haunches reclined toward the earth. She was not this boys mother, nor would she act like. He was now a slave within her pack, he had no worth and held no power. He had been the one foolish enough to trespass and then so blatantly disrespect her. If he was lucky, she might allow him to challenge for a rank or his freedom when he was older, and capable. But for now, he was trapped with nowhere to go, and no one to save him.
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