07-22-2012, 06:46 AM
She stiffened again as he spoke, his voice malevolent and disturbing. She shook her head, unable to speak at this moment, they weren't Taliesin's. The lives of her children hung in the balance, she closed her eyes for a merest second and shivered, she had to be strong for them, she had to think of a way out of this. This monster was once an innocent child like her own and something had happened to him to make him evil like he was, something had twisted him and despite herself she felt the smallest twinge of pity and empathy for this creature, no longer a wolf or a canine but instead a demon plagued by darkness.
He pulled her closer, the vice like grip leaving her arm. She could do this, if she gave in he would take what he wanted from her and then leave and she would be safe and her kids would be safe too. She pushed down the rising panic, her erratic breathing could be attributed to a hunger for this, for him. It was so hard to focus on him, on what she was doing, over her vision memories kept superimposing themselves. An icy cold cave, a blistering hot desert, chains, ropes, pain, horror. No! No she couldn't do this, not again, not after she had risen so much and become somebody, she couldn't bring herself down again. Revulsion pulled at her throat and she fought the urge to twist in his grip, again forcing down panicked hysteria. 'Get a hold of yourself!' She told herself sternly, 'If you don't do this he WILL kill them and they'll be lost.'
Her heart beat in her chest so hard it felt like the blood would burst from her ears. She was no warrior and shes was no way on this earth she could best him in a fight. Her ears pulled back against her head. Her arms raised themselves, feeling like they were made of lead and weighed down by steel, and she placed them against his chest. They sunk down into his fur, warmth coming from his heated body and she felt the anxious heart that pounded beneath skin and muscle. She wondered idly if he had been like her once with nobody to love him. She couldn't know that this monster had come from her good, kind brother.
She smiled her coy smile, a perfect pretty plaything and her hands wriggled against his chest. Once upon a time she had wanted this man, loved the danger he represented and the blackness that covered him, it had called to her own, her desire for the familiarity of being punished. He had hurt her and she him, they had destroyed each other in a fundamental way and she had heard the manic whisperings that flitted at the edge of her hearing, even now she could hear them. Except now they scared her instead of made her feel alive and part of something dark and dangerous. She leaned forwards brushing her muzzle against the length of his rather than give in to his demands of a kiss, she was playing with him. Her right hand however moved downwards and brushed against the hardness she could feel hidden by those human clothes that he wore.
He pulled her closer, the vice like grip leaving her arm. She could do this, if she gave in he would take what he wanted from her and then leave and she would be safe and her kids would be safe too. She pushed down the rising panic, her erratic breathing could be attributed to a hunger for this, for him. It was so hard to focus on him, on what she was doing, over her vision memories kept superimposing themselves. An icy cold cave, a blistering hot desert, chains, ropes, pain, horror. No! No she couldn't do this, not again, not after she had risen so much and become somebody, she couldn't bring herself down again. Revulsion pulled at her throat and she fought the urge to twist in his grip, again forcing down panicked hysteria. 'Get a hold of yourself!' She told herself sternly, 'If you don't do this he WILL kill them and they'll be lost.'
Her heart beat in her chest so hard it felt like the blood would burst from her ears. She was no warrior and shes was no way on this earth she could best him in a fight. Her ears pulled back against her head. Her arms raised themselves, feeling like they were made of lead and weighed down by steel, and she placed them against his chest. They sunk down into his fur, warmth coming from his heated body and she felt the anxious heart that pounded beneath skin and muscle. She wondered idly if he had been like her once with nobody to love him. She couldn't know that this monster had come from her good, kind brother.
She smiled her coy smile, a perfect pretty plaything and her hands wriggled against his chest. Once upon a time she had wanted this man, loved the danger he represented and the blackness that covered him, it had called to her own, her desire for the familiarity of being punished. He had hurt her and she him, they had destroyed each other in a fundamental way and she had heard the manic whisperings that flitted at the edge of her hearing, even now she could hear them. Except now they scared her instead of made her feel alive and part of something dark and dangerous. She leaned forwards brushing her muzzle against the length of his rather than give in to his demands of a kiss, she was playing with him. Her right hand however moved downwards and brushed against the hardness she could feel hidden by those human clothes that he wore.