Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

17 - She Was Wrath

*Heavy violence and disturbing content ahead (Involves abusive materials on pregnant woman, heavy slaughterings). Trigger warning!! DO  NOT proceed if you're weak hearted. Viewers have been advised.

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She was no Goddess. She was a monster for how do you destroy a monster without becoming one?
-Unknown

'You thought you could play hero and save the day didn't you?'

He slapped her. Tears threatened to spill again but she wouldn't give in. She can't show him how vulnerable she was. Not now. Not when everything was lost.

'Well you're wrong bitch. I'm alive and you won't be when I'm done with you,' he said through his gritted teeth.

He spoke with such anger. His tone was malicious and full of poison. She could tell he wasn't going to kill her that easily that night.

His hand palmed her swollen belly and she roughly pushed his hands away. Her face was flushed with her neck veins throbbing. Her balled fists made her knuckles turn white. She was fuming in anger. Her cold eyes were staring on his grey ones.

'Let me go,' she snapped.

The stranger was towering her. He didnt pin her hands against the wall but pressed his body against hers, caging her. She could feel his length brushing past her belly. She flinched in disgust at the feeling of his manhood against her bump. She couldn't move. Not with the same dagger threateningly placed near her neck.

'Alright,' he yanked her by the back of her neck and shoved her to the floor. She screeched in pain as her back hits the floor. Her hands almost immediately going to her belly, pressing it to prevent any pain but a sharp pain already started from her core.

'What? You told me to let you go?'

'That's not... not. How. You. Youu. You fucking bastard!' She wailed in pain, her eyes squeezed shut.

'What did you call me bitch?'

And he kicked her. As her screams grew loud, his assaults increased. At first it was just the kicks. But then he knelt and started using both his fists.

He punched her everywhere. Her face, her body. He kicked her torso and she shouted at him to stop. But he didn't. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching her suffer. He was too angry. Too vengeful.

'Look at you. So beautiful,' he caresses her bruised cheek before slapping it hard. The smack had caused a sting on her cheek before going numb.

She could taste something metallic in her mouth. Her lip was bleeding. She spitted out the blood and coughed out loud. Her womb was in an unbearable pain. She could feel her head getting dizzy. She was about to pass out. But the man wouldn't let her go so easily.

He had the weirdest desires. He wants to see her die in complete pain. Tortured and bleeding. He wouldn't stop caressing her hair, her cheeks, her arm before starting to smack her. She could only scream as loud as her body could bring her but then she lost her own voice. Her throat burned and her voice was hoarse. She felt so helpless.

Her body was beaten black and blue. She laid on the floor, her legs curled to protect her belly but no spot was missed from the stranger's assaults. She couldn't handle the blows. She couldn't handle anything.