White Rabbit

Chapter 8 - Choking

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Pierc walked back in the room she was stored in.

He raised a brow when he realized she had given up ramming the bars.

He shifted with a grin.

She gave a weak growl.

Her voice was almost gone.

He had apparently stripped her of anything she could kill him with while she was unconscious.

And the room was bare with a dog bed and litter box, meaning unless she used her bare hands she couldn't kill him.

She tried to make a smart decision, if she tried to use her hands to kill him he could easily overpower her.

"I truly thought you'd last longer than that." He laughed.

She glared at him.

"I truly thought you'd give up trying to mate with a 'freak'" she retorted hoarsely.

"Well being my future Vixen, you'd better get used to it." He rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm ugly."

He was right he wasn't he was just an asshole.

His fox was a handsome dark brown.

"I refuse!" She said through clenched teeth.

"You don't get to do that." He said unlocking her cage.

She crouched as far down as she could, before lunging.

He caught the scruff of her neck before she could get past him.

Her breathing doubled as he held her against the floor.

She snarled weakly at him.

"Your having my kits whether you like it or not!" He snapped.

She attempted to push him off but only managed for a second.

Arley slid back hitting the corner.

She hissed at him, as he walked forward.

"This room is soundproof. No ones coming to help you, my love." It sounded like poison.

He ran his tongue over his teeth.

She bared her teeth and stood keeping herself as far away as possible.

He grabbed her scruff and shifted, clipping a metal collar around her throat.

She yelped.

It was staked in the middle of the room making a small circle run, not reaching the corners of the room.

He shifted back as she sprinted around the stake using the last of her energy.

She collapsed, panting.

He advanced.

This was it.

She was choking on her own
words.

She stood shakily.

The chain had wrapped around the stake.

Her head facing the stake.

It made it impossible to get away from him.

"I'll never be your Vixen!" She managed before he was upon her.

The feeling of his weight on top of her made her sick.

She couldn't move.

She was trapped.

  She thought of Levi and how sorry she was that she hadn't came home yet.

    She imagined their worried faces when she hadn't came home and greeted their hugs with annoyed mutters.