WC: 238 / OOC: FIN
There was a struggle, and there was panic as the brute came at her. She knew she could not get away, it was over and she knew her life as she knew it would end. She did not want this, did not want to fall prey to the demon before her, the two legged abomination of her own kin. He was not wolf, not a four-legged canine, but a mutated creature that lusted to mount her. Her gaze flared with panic, her heart raced. She wanted to flee, wanted to run, but she could not. Her pride kept her placed and kept her there ready to fight the beast that approached her.
She found she could not fight, could not escape. She was prey and she had been caught. Her world changed before her, her howls reached up to the night sky as the monster mounted. Her anger flared, her hatred clawed at her, buried itself within her being. She felt the sickness reach within her, felt, as her own body would soon take it in.
She would struggle till the end; receive some bruises as her aggressor silenced her. He would win over her, and she would fail and fall. That was what happened, she fell into the darkness of her mind, the bleakness that surrounded her thoughts as she slipped away from the events that had begun to take place. She lost and was now his.
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