There was an uncertainty bothering the slight hybrid, not quite knowing if the company of the dark male was good or not, that in the future she would look upon their encounter fondly. As they walked along, Fang grew quieter, and left the small coydog wondering what she had done wrong. Had her inquiries upset the muscular man? What did she deserve as a punishment for her brash and prying behavior? Silence as it seemed. Fang was attractive, she could admit that. Yet even in the air around them, something seemed to be terribly wrong. The Italian kept the silence as long as it lasted, looking at nothing but the trees around them.
The air changed around them, it felt as if that. The voice of the man beside her became rough, terrifying. What was he talking about? Oh. Then she realized. Like a ragdoll, the tiny frame of the
mixed breed was shoved and pinned against the stem of a tree, held immobile by Fang. For a moment, Selene struggled against the hold, snapping her teeth close to his face. "Let me go!" The young woman yelped, her air cut off as his mouth pressed firmly against her own. Memories of the past, about eight months ago. On the boat to Nova Scotia. When she had been beaten and raped for the cost of her fare. The mentality of the prey transferred to her own once sunnier persona. The more you struggle, the more they hurt you. Ears flattening to dark hair, and head lowering, Selene submitted almost fully to her attacker. She had been stupid. And naive for trusting him so quickly.
The hybrid gritted her sharp teeth as the white dress, which she had thought beautiful ripped as if made of the thinnest paper from her body. The young woman was so exposed, so vulnerable to the dark dog who held her captive. Stammering once again, Selene squeaked out "D-Do what y-you l-like...D-Don't hurt me..." Fang's eyes appeared darker than they were originally, and for a second fear held her in place. This had to be over and done with. So the Italian could escape to safety. With trembling hands, Selene popped the button of his pants free, just wishing for the dark man to be over and done with his games. Looking up, red eyes studied his face, fearing and just as anxious for her life.
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