Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

As suddenly as she had bit his face, he had tore at her. Snatching her throat in his jaws, shaking her around, slamming her into the ground.
Don't move or I'll kill you.
emphasizing his verbalized warning by adding more pressure to his grasp.

She froze in that second, trembling with both adrenaline and fear. A soft whimper made it's way from her throat while her tail tucked between her thighs tightly. 

Nyra had never been forced into submission before and though it was absolutely humiliating, she didn't want to die. 
She forced herself to relax, to tilt her head back, forcing the rest of her throat against his teeth as if quietly telling him she would accept whatever fate he dished to her. 

I don't want to die....Please don't kill me.... She thought, still whimpering as he held her neck in his fangs.