She Is Mine

Axelle Napier · 07-09-2012, 07:38 PM

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If I get burnt,
I’ll show ya what it’s like to hurt

[WC: 1060 || Pts: 10]

He will NOT be easy to beat !

The terror she already felt within herself swelled as she noted a dark grin appear on the male’s lips. Axelle noted the broken window next to her, and decided that was her best bet for a weapon. The male could no longer control himself, and with a roar he lunged for her. Axelle was quick with her actions; as soon as she saw him leave from his spot, her elbow crashed through the window next to her and she grabbed a large piece of glass. She cut both her elbow and hand in the process and there was dark blood leaking through her black fur. The alkaline smell filled their nostrils and seemed to throw the other into a frenzy. His actions were that much more wild as he grabbed for her. She used the piece of glass to stab away at his groping hands, but he managed to clasp them around her throat. He had subtle wounds around his wrists, and they didn't stop him from trying to injure her further. As he cut off her air supply, she panicked and did what she did best: continued stabbing at him. The long piece of glass stuck through his wrist and she let go and took the three second advantage of moving away from him. She backed toward the door; it was now wide open from his failure to close it. The male screamed and yanked the bloody piece of glass out of his now useless wrist. The blood leaked down his forearm and he turned around to her with murderous eyes.

The breathy growl that escaped his chest was enough to scare the shit out of her, but she needed to stay focused. She still didn't have enough time to grab the knife that was secured around her ankle, and he was coming towards her again. She backed out of the doorway and when he tackled her, she attempted to throw him down the stairs only to find that he had a good enough grip to take her with him. The two rolled down the stairs, Axelle felt her head smack against the wall a few times, and they both busted through the broken door once more. The door shattered in a spray of splinters and the two wolves scrambled to their feet. She had just enough time now to grab her knife. She stood there across from him holding it at her side. There was a steady flow of blood leaking out of her nose and a nice gash above her eye, though no other open wounds aside from those that she acquired from the window. A deep growl erupted from Axelle’s chest as she rushed him, aiming the knife toward his chest. Though, he was quick enough to throw a punch, which she didn’t expect at all, to the side of her head that was forceful enough to knock her off of her feet and send the knife skittering across the asphalt. Her head hit the ground hard, again, and it left her seeing stars. The sounds around her were muted and slow, which told her that her head wasn’t in good shape. She was conscious, but her body wasn't responding to any of the commands she was giving it. She made sure she kept her eyes on that knife. The large brute walked over to it and picked it up, which made her heart sink. Then he walked back over to the lower half of her body, where she couldn’t see him anymore because of her inability to move, and began dragging her backwards. Her body scraped along the ground, and when he stopped dragging her, she noticed she was on flat ground in the middle of a human street. He dropped her legs carelessly and used one of his gigantic feet to push her over so that her glazed over eyes were now looking up at him and the cloudy sky.

”Kaii... Kai...” She couldn’t make herself scream it. The words only came out in breathy mumbles, which he wouldn’t even begin to hear. The wolf that stood over her looked at her annoyedly with his head cocked to the side, ”What are you saying, bitch?”The wolf spat in her face, which landed just below her white eye. A nice chunk of random spit. It slowly slid down the side of her face, and Axelle scrunched what she could of her paralyzed face in disgust. She watched the male look over her, probably planning on what to do next. He had the knife and he had the power, so he could basically do anything to her. As he looked her over, an idea seemed to come to him. He kneeled on her already heavy chest, and put the knife to her throat. ”Your pelt will make a pretty new addition to my room, and whoever trespasses next will see why they shouldn’t. I’ll make sure to keep your skull so I can put it on my shelf. Say goodbye!” He pressed the knife harder to her throat, and a white hot pain shot through her neck to the rest of her body. She used whatever strength she had reserved to howl, and it wasn’t even that loud. The howl echoed off the sides of the buildings and most likely to wherever Kai was at the moment, hopefully. ”Shut up, bitch!” Her sound seemed to anger him, and he took the knife away from her throat to punch her hard in the side of the head with the handle of it. She couldn’t move, but she could feel every bit of pain he intended for her. The side of her head throbbed and she could feel a new stream of blood leaking out of the gash, that she already had from the wall, onto her white fur and onto the street below her. He must’ve opened the wound farther by punching her.

The male remained on top of her, but he didn’t press the knife to her throat again. Instead, he began retracing the scar on her chest, from Kemo, with the knife. A malicious grin stretched on his face and she could feel blood starting to drip through her fur once more. Her heart pounded in her chest and she thought quietly to herself as her eyes rolled back, Kai, hurry up!

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