Stone Circle vittorio

There was something haunting and all-consuming about the laughter in his throat. Laurel quivered and wanted to fight with every bit of what she had, but she just couldn't. It wasn't that she was done fighting or that she had given up; it was just a physical response while her mind screamed and shouted at her to go, go go! But she could not, petrified and brought back to that moment. Waiting, waiting, silently waiting for him to take what he wanted because she could do nothing else.

That day, she had fought with every bit of her body to get off the monster that had impregnated her. It hadn't been enough, it hadn't made a difference at all. If anything, it had only intrigued him and it had made him feel all the more powerful that he could tame such a beast as herself. If anything, it might have been the reason that he had returned later, wanting more of her, of what she had given him by struggling.

It was thoughts back to that fight that made her so apathetic now, unable to move even though she wanted with every bit of her being to fight like she had that day. But instead she could do nothing but wait and find out what came next. She already knew. Laurel blinked away the tears and a sob stiffled in her throat as he chuckled into her fur with the same kind of victorious cackles that the father of her children had when he had tamed her and when he had her pinned where she couldn't fight back.

The pain was muted by the fear and expectations that remained unmet, as teeth dug deep into her flesh. The pain was much the same as what he had done, except that it was caused mostly by her own fighting spirit while now it was not even necessary. Laurel was disgusted with her apathy, wanting to struggle back. Wanting to do --

Anything.

Anything but nothing.

But instead she just lay there.

Being torn to shreds.

Waiting.

Waiting...