Break Stuff
09-04-2014, 06:36 PM
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...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... The moment those fangs would move into his throat, hard enough to press the flesh but not pierce it, a light intake of breath was made. Perhaps unnoticed by the woman, but there was an odd thrill in how she handled him. She made him hers. Forced him to be what she wanted... Not that he had any clue yet just how far that would go. The turn in nature this female had compared to others was fascinating. He didn?t understand everything yet, but things would surely be revealed in time. He was released, feeling the sharp nip of fangs on his shoulder. He would give a shudder, another spasm of pleasure, at the pain. He enjoyed it. She did not show weakness... Only strength. She wouldn?t even tolerate a pup being disrespectful. Oh how different she was from his own mother! Not that this lady was such a caretaker. No... She was his master and he was her servant of evil. Forsaken would rise, golden gaze lifting to her. He still held that fierce look, but that was definitely a light of respect within now. His intrigue too would show, though he doubted the silver woman would care. He could care less what she had in store for him... She would give him a purpose, a direction, and he would act as commanded. He was born to be a weapon, just lost from the one who was to direct him. Someday in the future the fun would begin, and it was all thanks to this Queen. Her words came a demand, and there was no hesitation in his answer, only clear response. ?Forsaken, of the Armada line.? The words would come out calm, so surprisingly calm for his situation. No begging, no pleading, only acceptance of his fate. ?If I may, could I have the privilege of knowing your name? Or would you prefer the title Master?? There was no sarcasm, only seriousness. Yes, there was something not quite right with this child. Flawed yes, but not to the point of being useless as a pawn. He would raise a brow to her. That act of dominance was the start of something... And where it would lead only Cataleya could dictate. |