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She was doing great, and he purred as she screamed for him to leave her alone. He let his nails dig slightly into her flesh and enjoyed their blood mix together into a most delightful perfume. He dug his face into her fur by her neck for a moment, breathing in her scent. Then he seized a piece of her fur and ripped gently. It was at that time he noticed that she had stopped fighting. He lifted his head a bit and let his blue gaze rest at her, then let a claw slash across her back, leaving a trail of red, a scar that her fur would hide with time. She had given up so easily, it had not really been a fight at all. He had wanted it to be more violent aka much more enjoyable. He had overestimated her. Such a shame, such a shame. She would die like a coward.[/html]
Or would she? What was the point, this would not satisfy him, it was not enough. He wanted more. It had started so beautifully, and ended with a fatal failure. Or? No, he was not done. She had shut herself down mentally, nothing he could say would help, no claws would cut through her walls. There was one way he possibly could reach her though, and as soon as he had thought about the possibility, he could feel his body heating up, pulse picking up the paste, breath heavy. Killing her would not do, it was no longer needed. He could find other victims, surely. He moved her again, muscles throwing her around on her back, and her gaze was empty as anything he'd ever seen.
He leaned fully over her, her arms were under both of the wolves' weight. If she changed her mind about fighting back, she would have to somehow free her arms from the weight first. Ideal. He pulled her legs apart in a single brutal moment. For a slight moment her coyote features disappeared and he saw a female image of himself, trashing, screaming. This would not be quite as good as it had been with Coli, but it would be quite enjoyable nevertheless. "Quiet,, so quiet.." Soft words between heavy breaths. "I hope you don't mind.. or .., I actually hope you do..." Voice twisted and so cruel. Then he invaded her privacy for good, in the most terrible way, he pushed himself inside her depths. He was harsh and violent, claws ripped across her body, his body trusting violently into and against her. His own little rag doll... How sweet. This would be a night to remember, and it would last long, he would make sure of it.