@hisfailure lets gooo
there is no reality in which she wouldn’t have come. she couldn’t just wait and hope everything would turn out alright. not with something like this. not when it’s him, enduring something she knows no one should. and she told herself she would stay in control. she just wanted to make sure he’s okay. but he’s not. none of this is okay. so, she’s here with too much anger for her to hold back. her hands are like a vice around the slaver’s head, fingernails digging into his furred skin but that is the least of their worries. it’s nothing in comparison to the rage she pours into his mind, strangling every neuron of his brain and fiber of his soul. her voice is low, precise with every word as it’s hissed through gritted teeth ❝ you. don’t. touch him. ❞














