Duskfire Glacier Ω Holding onto you while you drag me through stormy weather,

her lips trembled before they parted, a sound caught halfway between a whimper and a sigh. the meat was pressed to her, and though her stomach twisted at the scent, she forced herself to take it. her teeth barely found purchase, weak, and she swallowed as best she could. gratitude flickered in the low roll of her throat, but the effort left her trembling.

her head fell back to the earth, lashes damp, body curling in upon itself as if she could make smaller the ruin of her frame. the warmth of his flank steadied her some, yet the cold lived deeper than flesh.

her voice rasped from her, broken, hushed:

it is what you think.

the words seemed to claw her own tongue. she could not bear to look at him, eyes darting elsewhere, anywhere, before closing in shame.

rape. torture. they made certain of it.

her breath hitched, and she pressed her face to her paws as if to hide. they took everything.