Don't Run

Tiger Drugs

XxTrigger WarningxX

Drugging 

The Witch was noticing that between working out and fighting whoever, Brutus took a lot of naps. When her hair had dried, and the sun had faded yet again. She got up and he looked at her as if he wasn't going to let her leave.

"Damien will get you if you go out there." He grumbled. His eyes searching hers. Her shoulders shrugged.

"It'll be less painful if I don't make him wait." She said quietly, making his heart sink, knowing how true her words actually were.

He snorted and rolled over, facing the wall.

"Whatever, just go." The Wolf growled, hearing her footsteps move quickly across the garage. The click of the latch making him turn to stare at the door she'd just left through. His gaze lingering longer than he'd like to admit.

The fresh night air felt cool on her skin and she, in her nightgown and barefoot, walked to the road leading out with even less of a limp. The fresh bruising and hickeys all up and down was obvious. Pretty much any place he grabbed her was bound to be discolored. He wasn't very good at holding back.

The Witch wanted to giggle to herself, but she wasn't alone. The tree line hid a lurking Predator. The Black Wolf's eyes piercing her with curiosity.

He slinked out and shifted to his bi-pedal form, walking up beside her, his eyes examining her in the dark. The moon was hidden behind a dark clouded sky, but he could still tell her pale skin was marked. She glanced at him wearily but didn't say anything, and he cleared his throat.

"I... Didn't know what Brutus was talking about, a Hobby? Like a pet? But I guess I had suspected something.... Do all of them do that to you?" She grimaced and held herself as she walked. Making a pit in his stomach for even asking. The bunny just nodded. Making the Wolf sigh. He didn't know what to say. This was the worst thing they could be doing to her.

The image of her trembling and naked, being engulfed by such a huge man, was one he'd never forget.

They reached the end of the dirt road and she stopped.

"You can go now. You don't have to walk me back." She said quietly and he quirked his head at her.

"It's dangerous." He warned her. And she laughed halfheartedly.

"It's too late to be afraid." The bunny mumbled as she shuffled on. He could only watch her back as she left. Lost as to what he should do. But he settled on watching the rabbit make her way up to the school and into the stone walls of its compound. Hoping she got back safely.

When she was out of sight she grumbled. Half expecting Damien would be waiting for her. But maybe he wasn't worried about it. The room was dark when she got back. Pat wasn't there and Alona just changed her clothes and laid down. Thinking about what was to come.

The Witch needed to go back out into the city soon. Or she'd never get any information.

Her hands clenched the sheets and her lips pressed tightly together. She needed to admit to herself she was more upset about her coven sister's deaths then she pretended to be. The Witch couldn't suppress these feelings, or they would inevitably destroy her. Maybe it was doomed to corrupt her anyway.

Her mind was troubled, but she fell asleep rather quickly, her dreams were only darkness.

The sunlight streaming in the next morning woke her, and she shoved her head in the blanket and moaned. Turning over. A bit sore. All this sex was giving her a workout.