Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

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Before she could snap at the irritating smile spreading across his face, he had her by the scruff. His teeth pressed into her skin and for a moment, she was taken back to that night in the hollow when her scruff had been held for a completely different reason—a reason that had broken her and made it difficult to put herself back together correctly. Panic shot through her veins and made her heart slam against her ribs. Her stomach churned violently, and she felt the sting of bile in her throat. 

She wanted his teeth off of her skin. She wanted him away from her. She couldn't bear the warmth of his form against hers as he held her there. His intentions were not the same as the monster's had been, but she was having trouble reasoning with herself enough to see that. She struggled against his hold, flinging her head around until she slipped and fell on her back, her skin twisting painfully in his grasp. Whether or not he was still hanging on, she would try to reach up and snap viciously at his face. She just wanted him away from her.