Page 156 of Plug and Drain

Knowing she meant so little to him.

Why was he just standing there?

Something was wrong.

She needed him.

“Help,” she wanted to scream. “Please, help me.”

But what was the point? He wouldn’t come. If he’d wanted to help her, he would have done so by now.

The only thing left was to suffer in silence, and hope that it would be over soon.

To hope that once Henrikk came inside her, he would leave forever.

Arken. Why won’t you help me? Why…?

Why?

Her heart broke. Not neatly, nor evenly. It tore one way, and then another, the tissue shredding just like Henrikk’s fingernails were scratching her arms as he took her. They were not neat cuts or sharp cracks. They were messy tears, which would be slow to heal. There would be scars. The damage, she feared, would be irreparable.

If he didn’t stop soon, there would be nothing left of her.

No more book club. No more Student Council. No more reading. No more picnics in the grounds with her friends.

They all seemed like absurd pastimes, and it was ridiculous to think that she could ever be happy again.

That she even deserved to be happy and have friends.

Henrikk whispered suggestions of the same ilk.

“You are nothing, little wolf. Your cunt is tight and wet, and your breasts are pleasing, but the sum of those is the only thing of value. I had not seen you had ears. Had it just been the tail, I might have recommended docking. Alas, you are beyond repair.”

Fresh fear struck her like lightning. If there was ever a time for Arken to intervene, it was now.

Now.

“Your very existence is a mistake,” Henrikk continued. “I am sure your parents thought so. Your claws are disgusting. But your tail is the greatest tragedy…”

He half lifted her back off the ground and seized her tail, yanking it sideways violently.

Bone cracked, and Susie screamed loudly as white pain shot through her. She couldn’t see through the agony, the sweat, the terror.

She felt so cold.

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

Please, make it stop.

It took her a while to realise Henrikk had released her tail. It was still hurting. It hurt every time he pushed into her and pressed her into the ground. Something bad had happened. Something was broken.

Make it stop, please.

Henrikk sped up.

Jolting her against the ground. A numbness began to spread through her.

“It’s a pity I’ve already fed. It would be tempting to drain her. That’s what you like, isn’t it, Arken? To drain your victims?”