Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

The cogs seemed to shift inside of her skull as she mulled over his words. The quivering of her frame still brought a great joy to him, so he held himself close, hoping that he could feel each shudder that she made. Her fearful yips would go ignored. While he basked in the wreck he had created, Ithrik was tiring of staying too long on the mountain. He needed to get the girl back to Iliksis and begin using her, but he was certain that she would not want to go with him willingly. The devil would need to be persuasive in order to have her follow him. That, or he would need to make her reliant on what he had that she did not – not anymore.

She stumbled and floundered in an attempt to move her frame and he watched her with an apathetic expression on his features. Try as she might, she was made handicap by her lack of vision. Ithrik felt that his argument to stay would only be heightened by this. She had been made no better than a prey animal. The piebald fiend knew that he was not the only one who favored the taste of wolf meat and that her disability would cost her a life in due time. Unless, she stayed with him. Imagining how pleased Iliksis would have been to have a young girl around, he moved to nudge her forward.

“You stay with me. I will see for you and keep you from death,” he lied in a raspy voice. Of course, he would not be so quick to defend her from imminent demise, but he was interested to see how well she could assist him in further victims. “But if you run, you are likely to die in a very short time.” There were her options; she could take whichever one she pleased. One was a promise of life and the other an assured death.