The panic in her eyes fed the hunger inside of him. He followed her over the table, clearing it in one powerful leap of his long legs. He landed hard on his injured paw. Definitely sprained, and it slowed him for a moment as she moved over the bed. He put on a burst of speed, thinking how fitting it would be to catch her there. His paw skimmed her tail as she fled him, and he threw himself to the side to avoid the falling antlers as she knocked them from the wall.


He was almost on her now, heavy paws half a breath behind her. She screamed, and he pounced. Rolling them both with the force of their momentum. They both hit the wall beside the door, and he shoved her under him before she could try to flee him again. He was breathing heavily from excitement and the short dash. She hadn't even made it out the den, Disappointing, really. “I expected a better chase. I expected better from you, my wilting flower.” But she had disappointed him multiple times today.


He grabbed her shoulder in two paws and with a fluid movement of power and force, he snapped it. Breaking the leg in a clean sweep. At the same instant, his mouth snapped to hers hungrily, forcing his tongue against her muzzle as he kissed her, choking off the scream she was likely spitting it out with the break.


He wasn't done with her yet. He spread her legs with his back paws, stepping heavily on the thigh of each back leg, digging in his claws and drawing blood. “Please, little Demelza. Let me have my way with you.” The words were a dark chuckle as he lifted his lips from hers.

"Speech"

Just before she could reach the door she felt her body slam against the wall with him and the wind run from her diaphragm with the force. She was shoved to the ground and he loomed over her, her paws scrambled to fight him off, flailing as quickly in the air to try and wriggle free. One back paw pulled free and braced against his thigh as she gasped and sputtered, her lungs aching for air. Her thin legs and fragile frame were reeds compared to his powerfully atrocious muscles.

"You don't understand! You can't trust-"

He grasped her tiny shoulder. Suddenly a sickening bloodcurdling howl started to gather in her lungs as her leg made a horrific snap! But her scream was muffled as he drank from her lips and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't free her mouth from his.

She tried feebly to push away from him with her back legs but he was already pressing her thighs apart readying her for the ruinous incursion. She felt the gruesome weight of his claws pierce the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She whimpered beneath him as he released her mouth to darkly chuckle into her ear his earlier phantom plea. The tears flowed freely as the adrenaline numbed the pain in her freshly broken leg.

Her head swam with alcohol, pain, and panic. She wanted to spit at him, throw that callous request in his face but she could barely muster the effort to look him in the eye. He'd probably kill her if she did. Shuddering and trembling beneath him she went limp and presented her throat to him. Refusing to answer him. Knowing the inevitable would transpire regardless of the answer this time.

She had no power that could stop him. The strength in her frail form was pitiful at best, and shameful at worst. He felt his claws dig into her flesh, and the tears spring free in her eyes. He was moments from victory, his slave was broken and trembling beneath him, and something roiled inside of him. Perhaps the alcohol, soaking through his body. But as he looked at her small body. Trembling from fear and pain, he remembered another time, another place. A time when he had been the weaker wolf, small and frail. Untrained, and ungrown. For the first time something else surged inside of him. Aided by the alcohol, and perhaps the pain of his own wounds. Shame. 


He loosened his grip on her, hating the surge of weakness inside of him. He almost continued on in spite of himself, but he suddenly could not. Any lust had fled him. He staggered off her, his drunkenness showing now that the adrenaline had faded from his system. 


“Shhhh” he told her, shuffling towards her front. He grabbed a coat stacked by the door and ripped it into a strip, pulling her arm into place as he bound it. His movements were clumsy, and his head was pounding. Why did he feel regret? Curse himself, curse any lingering weakness the world hadn't burned from his body yet.

"Speech"

She waited for him to do his worst. Tensing herself, her breath shallow and unhurried. Instead of the force she expected he lifted away from her. Her eyes flung open and darted around to find him. Fear at this new turn of events, what test was this now? Had the alcohol overwhelmed him? Could he not get it up? When she finally found him with her eyes he was moving closer to her broken leg. Confused she saw an emotion she recognized before in one person only. Her father. For whatever reason this strange emotion settled into the unsettling eyes of her master.

She gasped and hissed in pain as he started to bring her leg together, her eyes never leaving him. Concern and confusion settled into her gaze as she watched him wrap it.

He broke her leg, she would be useless for weeks until it healed. Or next to useless. Her face was pale and ashen beneath her fur as the adrenaline started to wear off. The world was starting to grow cloudy and muffled as her blood pressure dropped.

"a board... or stick... need to... keep it straight." She rasped weakly. Struggling to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head and faint. Why? Why? Why? Was he willing to try? Was he willing to find her true yes?

It burned in his throat, and his head swam. He swallowed it down, refusing to throw up. He was showing enough weakness as it was. If there was any strength in Demelza she would pounce on it now. Rip him to shreds, because he was proving what he had always feared. There was weakness in his soul. 


He got up, staggering and unbalanced, regretting the drink he had partaken too readily in. He made his way to the small healing kit she had started to build since she had been living here. He grabbed something better to bind her with, and a board to straighten the limb. He grabbed the pain relief paste she was allowed to keep purely for his own use as well. 


He returned to her, and propped her head up on his leg. “How much paste can I safely give you? Stay with me Demelza, answer the question.” He ordered her groggy eyes.