Can I again?
For years I tormented myself. What would have happened if I had stayed with my monster?
“I did as you asked,” the beast growls. Blood runs down his matted fur to pool between his claws.
I have to escape.
Shouting in the distance makes me glance away.
Pain.
Long teeth snap over my hand, severing muscle and bone with an audible crunch.
Agony drops me to my knees with an arterial spray painting us both in shades of red.
He gags out the gun before he swallows, then flings it behind him into a waste of twisted metal.
“That’s better.” His chest rumbles as he stands, towering over me. His injuries heal as I watch from my knees, clutching the stump of my forearm.
Choking down the stabbing torment of my missing hand, I try to squeeze the jagged end until the pink new flesh stems the bleeding.
His palm jerks out and wraps my throat, raising me until my toes kick only air and I’m staring into his amber eyes.
“Don’t you ever threaten me again, or I’ll chew off your legs. Every fucking time they regrow. You’ll be a worm that I do with what I want, when I want. Understand?” His fetid breath covers me in the bile wrenching stench of fresh bowels.
I can’t even speak, but mouth a weak “okay”.
When his grip tightens and my vision starts to fade, he finally tosses me to the ground.
“You’remine,”he snaps, then tugs me violently by my hips to his belly.
My feeble kicks fall weakly against his massive hairy thighs as he takes off in a loping run.
Is this going to be my entire life? Going from one prison to the next?
The monotony of his pace makes me give up my pathetic attempt to get away.
A dull ache in my wrist itches as one finger after the next sprouts from the jagged stump. I hate that he knows I’ll heal. It’s a hellish curse.
He puts miles quickly between us and the compound until the heavy haze of dusk settles into the trees.
Dropping me unceremoniously onto a gnarled root, he turns his back on me to drink from a small creek.
Should I run?
“Where are you taking me?” Curling my fresh hand over my knee, I huddle against the trunk of the Ponderosa pine.
Water pulls from his thick jowls like strings, then he wipes them with the knuckles of his broad paw. “To my pack.”
When he faces me, the bright red of his distended cock bobs against the short fur of his abdomen.
My stomach twists as he drops to all fours and menacingly hulks closer.
“You owe me.” The guttural tone rumbles deeply from his wide chest.
Seeing his hard length almost dragging in the dirt, a wave of both nausea and arousal courses through me.
His dark nostrils flare and his pupils swallow his irises.
