Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

He nudges a second time and she holds fast to the ground, as best she can, but scoots a few inches against her will. She tenses and tries to keep in place but he proves to be much stronger, especially given her current state. After a moment, he moves away from her and she remains stiff until something—she realizes it is his tail a moment later—hits her several times in the face. She flinches, causing another wave of pain, and she turns away to avoid it hitting her again.
 
The next few seconds is spent battling from one thought to the next, weighing her options. If he leaves her, she dies. She doesn’t know where the ledges are and she isn’t familiar with this new ground anyway. If she goes with him, she is certain there is more torture waiting for her—and likely her death, too—but perhaps she can find some advantage in the meantime, some means of… escape (as futile as it sounds without her sight) and so she leans forward a little, taking the fur of his tail between her teeth as acceptance.