Cedar Sweep I'm just burnt out from pleasing you

She couldn't do anything, the flash of white was just too quick for her to react enough. All Vanity could do was cower and tuck her head, and hope that was enough to stop her throat from being ripped out instantly.
She snarled, letting this woman pin her with such a lethal grip, feeling like she'd rip her to shreds any moment.

"You know...this would be kinky...if you mounted me," she managed to huff out. And hoped it wouldn't get her killed. And if it did, those were some good last fuckin words for damn sure. Nah, not really, it was dumb. Fuck Vanity think of some cool shit to go out with. Was she already too late to talk? No ok still breathing.
Her tail lashed side to side like a wildcat's.

She didn't have time to think or move. She just...waited.
What else could she do?