PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

"What are you talking about!? I have no fire! I'm unimportant! And for your information, I did not beg you for my life! I begged you to let me go so I could find someplace else to die! Speaking of, please do let me out now, by the way, I have no idea who Bones is, or where Bastian was going. I ran away as soon as he broke the relationship! Happy!?" He rolled his eyes at her remarks with a smile on his face, his eyes then stared into hers waiting for her to finish. "And no, after what just happened to me, can you think of me having any more whelps? No!"

"My dear, he didn't have a relationship with you it sounds like. I wish you no harm, only to give you a home and a happy, loving family." He said to her, flicking his eyes from her as he paused. "I need to question you further though if I may. I'm not forcing you this time, not into this." He smiled at her, putting on a show that might ease her into what he was about to do and possibly make her his Stockholm syndrome lady. He'd grown too bored of the easy pickings. "There is one thing you do have to do for me though, that is not an option." He smirked before grabbing onto her scruff once more and mounting her.

Fade in, fade out . . .

He breathed deeply, his sweat dripping from him as he kept her pinned down still under him. His breath didn't take long to catch up, as he felt the ice return to his veins again. "I am better than Bastian, and I have no reason to hide you, leave you, or kill you. Stay with me. Raise our children here as Danes with me." He said to her, a smile on his face as he tried to persuade her. She surely didn't want to find out what would happen if she ran off with his children in her belly, he had already mentioned Larentia. "You see, I was broken by the person I loved too." He said softly to her. Whether she'd still want to run or not now, that decided her fate.

Beartooth;