sometimes quiet is violent

*pat pat* This one's short, I'm trying not to be too repetitive,,,

The demon grew ever closer, devil incarnate in a robe of shadows. A high whine eked from her throat, protests and begging living and dying on her tongue. She didn't allow them to fall, her final act of pride. She would not beg. Not even as he snarled, though she shrunk at the threat, flinching at her imminent death.

Then he stopped. Junkyard Dog's heart flipped, some sort of half-hope before he spoke again and all hope was lost. She growled, fire and poison in her glare. "I will rip your filthy cock off before you do," she spat, hackles raised and body tense. That was a promise she would make good on with the last of her strength if need be.