Shy Deer Steppes the demons follow me

More and more pain was bestowed unto the whelp. He was beaten senselessly by the large male. Whatever hope of getting away had diminished. He could not do anything to defend himself. His head and body were held tightly as the male bit and yanked at his fur. He started to sob, not wanting this pain. "Stop!", he pleaded once again, his words falling silent over his continuous whines and cries. This is your mother's fault, the voices cackled in a sing song voice. She is doing this to you! "Mother would never do this..," he whimpered in a weak voice. He could not bring himself to believe that Lusa was the reason why this was happening. It was.