08-13-2011, 02:37 PM
The Guardians were relentless in their beating of the helpless woman, and with each punch and slap and lash of the whip the light in her eyes died a little. He could still see the woman's anger, her fury at what was happening to her, her fury at Rain for what he was saying and at Thel for being an accomplice, but the beating that lasted so long was enough to break down the wits of any wolf. Still she did not break, even as she was growing weak from the pain, and now thanks to the whip opening slashes on her front, bloodloss.
It was then that Thel realized what they were doing. What the hell is this? He thought as he raised the cruel whip for another blow, but this time did not release the leather's punishment. He glanced to Rain, so immersed in the woman's torture. That's exactly what it was... This wasn't some sort of dominance game, this was torture. They – two men – had a single woman alone with no one who could help her nearby, tied to a pole getting beaten. Between the two of them she never even had a moment to rest. His ears perked and he thought he heard her raspy breathing. How broken was she inside now from Rain's heavy blows to her midsection? And look... The evidence of his own sadism was right there in the crimson fluid that seeped from her fur.
“Wait, Rain,” he started, lowering the whip . “No, Rain, stop. She's had enough; we'll kill her!” He tried to appeal to his fellow's conscience, but was starting to think he might not have one. By the look in Rain's eyes, he wasn't about to stop. Maybe he didn't care if he killed her. Perhaps that is what he wanted all along. Had he really gone along with this blood sport?
He had to make a snap decision, and raised the whip as if to strike another blow, but this one would have flown at Rain. Only, the crack never made it off. They barely had time to register the sound of a galloping horse when a shadow soared into the barn and crashed into him. He hit the ground hard and rolled, a roaring growl gurgling from his throat in anger and surprise. The whip now became a weapon of defense as he held it taut between two hands and blocked the slashing knife, trying to disarm the woman with a swipe of the leather. He kicked at the woman's belly, trying to dislodge her. He had begun to try to end this madness, but now his own fury and adrenaline welled up again and he was ready to fight.
“Rain!” He warned his counterpart. “Get this barbaric bitch off me!”
It was then that Thel realized what they were doing. What the hell is this? He thought as he raised the cruel whip for another blow, but this time did not release the leather's punishment. He glanced to Rain, so immersed in the woman's torture. That's exactly what it was... This wasn't some sort of dominance game, this was torture. They – two men – had a single woman alone with no one who could help her nearby, tied to a pole getting beaten. Between the two of them she never even had a moment to rest. His ears perked and he thought he heard her raspy breathing. How broken was she inside now from Rain's heavy blows to her midsection? And look... The evidence of his own sadism was right there in the crimson fluid that seeped from her fur.
“Wait, Rain,” he started, lowering the whip . “No, Rain, stop. She's had enough; we'll kill her!” He tried to appeal to his fellow's conscience, but was starting to think he might not have one. By the look in Rain's eyes, he wasn't about to stop. Maybe he didn't care if he killed her. Perhaps that is what he wanted all along. Had he really gone along with this blood sport?
He had to make a snap decision, and raised the whip as if to strike another blow, but this one would have flown at Rain. Only, the crack never made it off. They barely had time to register the sound of a galloping horse when a shadow soared into the barn and crashed into him. He hit the ground hard and rolled, a roaring growl gurgling from his throat in anger and surprise. The whip now became a weapon of defense as he held it taut between two hands and blocked the slashing knife, trying to disarm the woman with a swipe of the leather. He kicked at the woman's belly, trying to dislodge her. He had begun to try to end this madness, but now his own fury and adrenaline welled up again and he was ready to fight.
“Rain!” He warned his counterpart. “Get this barbaric bitch off me!”