She turned her face away after speaking, rivers of blood running down her face. He gave her a rasping lick, the scene of the puppy being eaten by the yellow eyed man. There had been an odd sense of satisfaction present when he had watched the man eat the child. He bit down on the reddish female’s body, harder. He could never be hers, but he could make her his forever. If she wanted him so badly then she could have him, and he would find pleasure in this. If she wanted to be his, then he would show her what he could offer. Nothing could change what she was, but he could make the process last for a while. He was a caged beast, starving for what he could not have. She openly gave herself to him. She was a traitor, and so he would show her how to deal with such low creatures. It had been quite a while since the last time he had taken a female, but this was just an encouraging thought. His teeth clenched down on her throat, partly blocking her ability to draw air in.
He took her hard and fast, making sure to hurt her in the process with disgusting brutality. When he was done she no longer responded to his moves. The male, breathing hard after the act grabbed hold of her and threw her over on her back. This was merely for his own pleasure, and a chance for her beloved Leroy to realize exactly what his love really was. He started to tug out big handfuls of fur, leaving her skin naked and reddish, tiny droplets of blood appearing all over where pieces of skin had followed with the pelt. As he was in his secui form, then ext task was slightly more difficult, but after a few minutes, he stepped back from her and stared with amusement down at the words written in big, bleeding letters along her spine. W-H-O-R-E. After a moment of hesitation he moved to her ruined tail, caught hold of a part of it and chewed it off.
There was nothing wrong with keeping trophies, and if she loved him so much then they could share the same shortened tail complex. The man shook his fur casually, watching the dying girl with amusement before he took off. He did not move towards Dahlia, as his fur was scarlet and there was a piece of tail between his jaws. Halifax was a marvellous place, and the man would spend the night there. He knew he would sleep well tonight. He had not felt this great for quite some time.