summary: “shirogane knew she should have listened to her instincts when she told herself to go back home the long way around, instead of stepping her foot into the orca danger zone – knowing there would be a price to pay.” | word count: 2.3k
warnings: cannibalism, choking, blood, hints of noncon.
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a pair of black boots run through the two-inches deep snow, without stopping once, if only to slow down momentarily to keep a cautious eye out for any suspicious movement or strangers, or to make sure not to slip and trip against a well-hidden, sharp-edged rock. she’d been warned of an oncoming blizzard earlier – the gentle snowflakes falling against her pale cheeks are beginning to feel heavier the longer she runs, as her fear evidently increases the longer it takes her to get back.
once shirogane reaches the frozen waters, she comes to an abrupt halt. she stares ahead at the orca-infested zone and clenches her fingers tightly into a fist, anything to stop her from shaking violently. it’s generally calmer at this time of the year, so encountering any hostile enemies were on the lower side – it’s a thought shirogane repeats in her head several times over, but it does little to soothe her nerves.
the ocean is more clear and unfrozen in the distant – there’s no way to take a direct shortcut, without keeping closer to the edges where the ice was more solid in terms of supporting her weight.
the canine wolf carefully keeps to the side of the frozen waters, fully aware she could accidentally fall in would she so much as set her foot on the wrong crack, and set the ice crumbling beneath her feet, knowing full-well swimming has never been her strong suit (not that she had many of those in the first place).
a cautious, slow first step. then another same one. as the seconds passed, so did her hesitation (if only by a point one percentage). aside from the slight blowing of the wind, it was quiet (too quiet, perhaps), there was nothing to see either, or at least anything visible beneath the ice; taking that as indication and slight relief that things appeared to be more tranquil today, shirogane presses down her shaking nerves and musters up all the courage to keep moving on.
she keeps her eye at her feet, and momentarily forgets to look at her surroundings to notice an approaching figure from her right. someone without excessive paranoia wouldn’t have felt it, but she would definitely yelp in loud panic to bring attention to how something or someone had tugged at her tail, harshly – causing the wolf to stumble backwards, not being given much time to regain her balance when she tries to set her feet down, but her excessive thrashing only causes her to fall onto the ice on the right. her vision spins and fingers fall into the freezing water, where a hole had appeared next to her.
what happens is precisely what she feared would happen.
there’s a sound of a ‘crack’ beneath.
her legs get caught between the frozen water from below the knees, but pays no mind to it, scrambling desperately to get on any kind of solid surface, clawing on the edge of the frozen water. crawling away from the ice, and reaching the snowy surface instead, digging her nails into whatever partially solid material beneath her palms she can find, to keep still and not slip again.
with ragged breaths, the wolf’s attempts of getting back on her feet are still futile in the progress, pointless (should have known something would go wrong, something always goes wrong), there’s a heel from some kind of a shoe pressing against her back, sharp and steel, making sure the wolf stayed there, knew her place.
please don’t let it be her please don’t let it be her please don’t let it be her please
“oh, it’s you.”
spat like venom, the womanly, sultry voice that makes her chest tighten painfully and tail to curl up protectively between her thighs.
“l-leave me alone…!” shirogane can only muster to raise her voice so loud – she considers begging at the end, but doesn’t get the chance, when the other responds.
“leave you alone?” idate asks, “aren’t you the one who just came real dangerously close to me?”
she feels the heel dig further into her back – the orca cow making sure she knows that she’s lowly as the dirt beneath the snow.
“i would’ve preferred shirokuma-chan to show up today, but then again,” says the orca, conversing as if she’s completely ignorant of what’s to come, “...i guess she’s not quite as stupid to set her foot here, hmm?”
the wolf is flipped on her back without any forethought warning, getting a good view of her attacker – not that there would be any need for that, but anything to avoid having to gaze at those - batting long eyelashes, dark eyes beneath them - staring down at her like dead meat --
“well, that’s quite alright…” she continues, tilting her head in mock-confusion, faint evidence of a smirk present, “i don’t mind one or the other. the mangy mutt hasn’t visited in a while either… have you?”
-- she can only look at the gloved fingers, as there’s a flashing moment moment of blur and a jolt of surprise, then a tightening around her throat. leather squeezing her delicate flesh, pressing against her vocal chords.
shirogane tries to scream this time, but the sound gets stuck in her throat and the other damn well makes sure of that. black spots edge themselves forward from the corners of her vision, threatening to block the view of the dull, graying sky – the falling snowflakes providing as the only source of frigidity she felt, as the burning sensation around her throat only grew worse whilst she continued to lay beneath her assailant and be choked. wheezing and couching, desperation clawed its way up, as she tried to wiggle and thrash out of her grasp, to no avail.
“try not to squirm, it only loosens my appetite.”
the subconscious feeling of nearly blacking out comes back and it stays for a good long while, too long – she tries to fight against it with all her might, the fear instantaneously disappearing, the consequences of how painful the punishment would be were she fight back her advantages, buried deep inside her mind. the mocking tone of voice only further made her livid (something she rarely felt, pent up anger, maybe, but not quite like this), consequences be damned.
with as much strength as she has left in her freezing body and muscles, her leg was pent and lifted upwards – a shift kick to her stomach, strong enough to catch her off-guard and stumble backwards, falling down onto the edge of the ice. despite her senses still being strongly hazed and shaky, gasping for air, once she gets a clear enough look at her surroundings again and the aggressor in front of her.
just as she’s about to stand up again – shirogane does the unthinkable, feral thing and latches onto her leg, the only part of her not covered in dark leather, a sure place where her teeth and claws could sink into and leave a mark, not deep, just enough to stun her momentarily to dash. as she’s being shoved off from the momentary shock, shirogane scrambles on her feet and begins to run from the danger zone – what she should have done the very first time.
there’s a sound from the clicking of heels, but she doesn’t dare look back, only choosing to look directly up front, whatever might lay ahead. the sound of snow underneath her boots ring in her ears, feeling a harsh pull of her tail, then her scarf tightens around her throat again as she’s pulled backwards, reminding her of the blue bruisings on her neck.
“where do you think you’re going?”
“d-don’t… don’t touch me!”
“seems i’m gonna have to teach you some manners, you little bitch.”
once she realizes her grave mistake, her heartbeat begins to rapidly pick up its pacing – her courage had been lost as soon as it’d come.
‘stupid stupid stupid’ what does everyone else always call her. her reckless moment of bravery was no good. maybe it would’ve been better to keep those reminders of punishments as the main thing to think about if she were to consider actually fighting back. not that if would have mattered – idate’s moods were unpredictable essentially on any given day when shirogane was unfortunate enough to cross paths with her.
her wrist is in the other’s firm grip yet again – there’s a flicker of a moment when it twists and bends in at and awkward angle. this emits a loud shriek from the white wolf, desperately pleading for it to stop and trying to pull away, but her fierce grip barely even allows her to move her legs. the throbbing pain from having her wrist bent and possibly broken was far worse than she’d been doing before.
shirogane is being kept on ground with her gloved hand now on her arm, tugging at the scarf to make some room with the other hand, the orca’s mouth is on her collarbone now – only momentarily soft, a moment of false hope and innocent exterior where it’s all alluring looks and charismatic words that the orca knew how to lure her victims in with – once cornered with nowhere to escape, it’s all razor-sharp teeth and flowing blood from there on out, taking a chunk from her prey, leaving a hole where skin should be, now a mangled mess of pink flesh and gore instead. the blood sprouting from it coating both her shirt and scarf, only trickling further down.
as she’s pushed onto the ground again and her wrists are held together above her head, the orca’s hand travels to her legs, only moving further up until her fingers edge underneath her skirt, at the band of her thigh-high stockings, yanking them down just a little bit to get better access to her more sensitive areas, to only further the shame.
her body reacts to idate’s fingers in a way her body should not react, flushing deep red from something other than just the cold – arching her back and writhing, being just on the verge of release – but nothing ultimately happens, she just abruptly stops doing what she does and shoves her fingers into shirogane’s mouth instead, being forced to taste herself. she must’ve whined a little too loudly whilst trying not to gag, if idate’s self-satisfied smirk is anything to go by.
just as she hopes it’s all over, the nerves in her shoulder become hyper-aware of the excruciating affliction as another bite of flesh is taken right next to the first. on pure animalstic instinct does she try to squirm and escape, kick and claw at her aggressor, but can only do so much with a wrist that is broken and the other hand held down in the snow, both legs now ultimately being pinned down as well at the pitiful attempt.
before she can anticipate what might come next, idate’s already moving on to her thighs to continue with her messy, bloodied meal – the same pain quickly becoming apparent as the one in her shoulder.
despite that, shirogane doesn’t cry - not this time - any way she can fight back, she will. maybe one day she can be fearless, strong - do more than that, but at said moment, being at the mercy of the orca cow, it’s all but a deluded fantasy, hoping it would be different someday.
despite of what had just transpired, this is not the worst form of torture and humiliation the canine wolf has endured. it has lasted longer than this has before.
idate raises up this time, releasing the wolf from any pressure she’d inflicted on her limbs and body. she wipes the corners of her mouth and chin from the remaining gore with her gloved fingers, licking her lips as she does, making sure to drag her finger across her tongue for a little show.
idate leans down, pecking her beloved dog tenderly on the corners of her lips in mock-comfort.
“send shirokuma-chan a kiss from mine truly, would you?”
the wolf lay on the white-coated surface, mangled and toyed with, hair sprawled messily all across her delicate face, unsure of what was going on in her surroundings. the fading sound of clicking footsteps is the only thing that rings in her ears for a while, before she can gather the courage to look up again. she turns herself back on her stomach, all determination and strength to flee having been ripped away from her. only exhaustion remained now and the instinctive self-preservation to not pass out and let her body wither away in the snowfall.
she stands shakily, but falls back down on hands and knees, soon she so much as takes more than three steps. the blood from her thighs leaves a trail made of small drops. she wonders if it would be more likely for someone to pick up the smell and come finish the job (or rescue her, but that was an unlikely scenario).
tears threaten to spill from her eye, the blood from the wound trickles down from her eyelid to lashes coated in specks of snow. her field of vision becomes blurred from the combination of the two liquids, but this does not stop her as she continues to crawl. the only comfort she feels is the thought of reaching home again, where yukisada would be waiting for her – when he hears a knock from the other side of the door, he would stop her from falling face-first onto the floor, she would grip onto the soft fabric of his clothing (still, shirogane doesn’t cry) and he would try his best to soothe her, careful not to touch the still-fresh, still-bloody cuts as he leads her to sit on the bed.
and not pestering her with questions (because he always knew), before reluctantly prying her off, quietly reassuring he’s only leaving to get some bandages and a hot beverage (hot chocolate, her favorite, of course) to heal the pain - at least the visible, physical ones.
it still doesn’t feel much warmer, but it’s a comforting thought that replays in her head, as the oncoming blizzard only gets stronger by the minute, whilst her vision becomes blurrier, and limbs weaker.
