Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

He was in control, now. She was weak at his jaws, slumped on the ground pitifully, like the broken corpse of a rabbit, and he felt a wave of satisfaction that she crumbled beneath him. She was not like Tundra - though whatever had occured with that woman was another story entirely, and something about her intruiged him to no ends. She matched his challenge, but failed to anger him enough for the man to snap. He was determined to see her downfall. Feeling angry again, he looked down in disgust at the woman at his feet, slavering jowls hanging above where her body lay. He could end her life right here... right now, by simply capturing her throat between his fangs, physically tearing the breath from her and watching as she faded away into nothing; he did not. 

"Listen to me, and do not forget it - you belong to me now. Whatever I say, you do, got it? If you misbehave you'll find yourself in trouble, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" A sickly grin breaks away on his lips, smug in his victory and feeling empowered enough to place a paw on her back, pressing her to the ground further.