[M] You + [M]e = Bad News

Palaydrian Soul · 06-18-2012, 01:32 PM

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WC:: 6+ OOC:: All good to me.

The golden woman seethed in her sitting up position, much like a cat that had gotten wet. Her right eye had completely sealed shut now and she glared back at Aram with her blood flecked left. Every nerve ending in her body was alive with adrenaline as an odd satisfied smile began playing on her bruised lips. She knew in the struggle to get her body righted and to throw the coyote off of her, she had a landed a few good kicks into his mottled body. Not like it had done much, but anger him further as she was about to find out, but that little victory had given her hope of actually making an escape. And hope, for any type of prisoner, was a dangerous thing to its captive.

”Learn your place!” His attack completely took the fae by surprise and with a groan of dismay she was suddenly falling backward on the ground again as his arm clotheslined her in the neck knocking her head against the thankfully soft ground. She choked out a strangled gurgling sound as the force of his pounce slightly crushed her windpipe. The metallic tang of blood would be tasted in her throat shortly after. Once again darkness began to fill her eye as her oxygen was temporarily cut off and what happened next made her right eye roll backward. Aram’s closed fist collided brutally against her ribcage sending what little air she had out of her mouth and causing more blood riddled sputum to come up on her tongue.

She managed to cry out in pain, or what sounded more like a feral scream than anything as Aram shifted his weight on her and his words began filling her ears. The punch hadn’t knocked her out, but it had silenced her successfully and managed to extinguish the last ounce of hope she had left. She gasped in breaths as the coyote reached away from her, unaware of the weapons he was withdrawing as she focused on measured breaths within her surely broken rib cage. Drin had never experienced this much pain in such little time, but she fought to open her eye to stare up at the menacing face as the mention of spilling her blood registered in her swimming brain.

The woman began to tremble beneath Aram when a flash of silver caught in her eye and she realized he meant to use the knives she had been admiring earlier on her. An uncomfortable whine slipped past her lips as the blade just barely drew a fiery line of red across her shoulder. Now she knew how sharp they were and how little pressure it took to pierce skin. Her heart began pounding in her chest as the blade moved to her neck and she could feel the sharp pinch of a nick beginning as Aram removed his forearm from her throat. His actions made it clear, move even an inch, and his blade would plunge itself into this vital spot.

Drin remained as still as her quivering body could manage, pupil now a pinpoint of fear in her left eye as the coyote descended down her body. She didn’t even register his disgusting gropage of her breast as she relented to his pushing of her legs apart with another pitiful whine. He had her where he wanted her now and there was nothing she could do for fear of the blade pressed against her skin. Pl...please....don’t do this, she begged with a raspy voice, she’d try at least once more to have him not ruin her by stealing her maidenhood. He could do anything to her, but not that...she wouldn’t be able to handle that.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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