The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

Submit. One word and she'd consumed his thoughts. His music d flashed back to the bluff. Flashed back to killing, to fighting blindly and following orders. Submit was an order he'd given before, and those who hadn't complied to the soldier were killed. Now he himself had promised never to submit again, but he had no choice. He had honor and would protect it, but he wouldn't die for it. I submit. Please, let me go. He growled through gritted teeth when she grabbed his scruff for a better hold. He looked rather pitiful like this, pressed to the ground, fear in his wide eyes. He'd only felt helplessness like this a few other times, and he hated it.