mephala's web

Star only whined quietly now as he shifted, it did make her uncomfortable, him sitting on her, forcing her tiny form to the cold hard ground. She couldn't even get up. An eerie scream escaped her as he slowly began to trace in her shoulder. She tried to get out- she wiggled wildly around, but he was using his weight to keep her there. She couldn't get away. Her black eyes looked wild, as if she were possessed. As soon as the silver eyed beast leapt off her, she weakly turned to observe. The place where he'd traced was bleeding. It was a spiral with a line through it, and Star hated that he had used her fur like a canvas, and her blood like paint. It was stained on her as well. The marking of one of her torturers.