Gift - Day 1
@beatingthebabesbirthdaybash
Content warnings: slavery, lightly implied SA
This one is mostly SFW, but other parts of the longer work are not.
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At some point I stopped even the pretence of being human. Nothing had ever truly belonged to me, not since the Before times. I could no longer remember having rights.
It wasn’t very often I saw another wolf pack, but I knew there were some around, glimpsed occasionally from across a clearing. Forever at the side of Mack, I was there when he met up with the leader of a different wolf pack, Antony.
“I’ve brought you a gift.” Mack said, pushing me forwards.
I managed not to stumble as I was suddenly thrust into the space between the two wolves. Neither of them had come very far into the clearing, preferring to posture at each other from opposite sides. I would have preferred to keep my head down, not draw attention to myself, as usual. Instead I found myself face to face with Antony, who was looking me over with an unsettling mix of hunger and contempt.
“Pretty little thing, I can see the appeal but,” Antony sniffed the air, “no wolf. What use is there for it?” Antony said as he began to circle around me.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something. She knew how to pick out the best firewood even before she came.” I didn’t have to look behind me to know Mack was smirking. “And I’ve taught her well.” I shivered only a little.
Antony stepped back in front of me, extending one finger to lift my chin. “In that case, I’m sure she’ll do for our deal.” His eyes flickered back to Mack, nodding once before he focused again on me. “Come now, little bird, let me see your feathers.”
And with that, something had shifted. As I heard Mack’s footsteps retreat, I fell in step behind Antony, heart racing at this new rearrangement of my life.
But the wolf packs were no longer totally unknown territory. The leader protects me from the others. I must simply keep myself at his mercy alone.