A little more sexual abuse is permitted, just not a TON. maybe mixed with the pain.
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Tawny wasn’t sure she understood the evil gleam shining in his black eyes as he grinned and backed away a little bit. Thinking that he might be getting the hint, she started to step forward, as if to walk away from him. It was a failed attempt on her part, especially when her hands were snatched up and slammed back up onto the wall above her head. The force with which he was gripping her wrists would leave deep bruises, and her body was stretched upwards, causing her to stand on the tips of her little brown toes. Pain radiated through ever muscle and joint in her entire body, the strain of the stretching was not forgiving, and she knew that if he didn’t kill her, she’d pay the price for disobeying him in physical pain. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d come away from this unscathed, just like her mother.
Another growl rose up through her chest and throat, showing her disgust and growing hate for this man. Snapping her teeth once more, she began to spit out angry words, almost inaudible through the growls. ”You could never be my master. Pathetic little man.” Her voice was strong now, though still soft and slightly puppy-ish, she was not stuttering. The anger and stress was obviously clearing her mind, making it possible for her to focus on something other than being viewed as a sweet girl. When she was with her pack-mates, she was always self conscious and scared of what they might think of her and the pressure there caused her to be nervous enough to keep the speech impediment she’d developed over the months. There was no need to look sweet and innocent anymore, not with this asshole.
She closed her eyes as the sight of the large curled fist entered her vision, causing her to cringe and squirm in another attempt to get away from him. A loud ‘woosh’ of air left her lungs when his fist hit. The kiss forced upon her face was the final straw, and then the contents of her stomach finally came back up. Tawny’s jaws parted and she vomited all over the place, dropping stomach acids and pieces of partially digested food onto the floor, some of it splattering onto Fang’s feet. The taste was horrid and the acids burned at her throat and tongue. Groaning in pain and discomfort, she dropped her head back onto the wall, panting and crying, the big tears sliding down and falling from her brown cheeks.
The scent of her own blood was prominent in the air, and it wasn’t until she smelled it, that she noticed the livid stinging on her stomach. Peeking down, she saw the claw marked that overlapped the scars her mother had given her almost a year before. The little growls in her chest were softer now, sounding more like a puppy than a young woman. The pain in her stomach was distracting, making her not think so much about fighting him. She just wanted to get away from him, anything to get away from the pain of being hit again.
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