Skull lifted minutely as the onslaught stopped, the ink beginning to fade back to the edges of her vision. The childlike mare wasn't aware why it had stopped, that Taboo had stumbled upon their little scene, she was only thankful that it had. Greedily she sucked at the air, nostrils flared as wide as she could manage, pulling the oxygen deep into her lungs. Oh how it ached! Bruised and battered skin stretching over her expanding ribs, fuel starved muscles screaming at the motion, threatening to shatter bones if she drew another breath. Still she continued, gorging herself on the life sustaining gas, panting desperately, uncaring if she became lightheaded from the hyperventilation. She doesn't notice nor care that her legs are still bound, she couldn't have fled even if she wanted to at this point. The will was there, the spike of adrenaline, but her body told her no.
Her back arched once again, wanting to bite a hole through her lip as Cronus used his electricty over her battered body. Her body was so far gone, it was becoming numb to the punishment he was issuing, tingling like heartburn rather than the edge of a razor. It still hurt, her nerves still screamed out in agony, but her mind was seperating from it all, slipping a layer of fleece between her and the antlered stallion's actions. Her mind was trying to protect her, trying to find something to help her deal with what was occurring, finding distance might be the only to save her at this point. A low groan issued from her throat despite the sharp needles of electricity darting over her skin. She refused to scream, refused to give in, to give the antlered stallion what he so obviously wanted. Golden eyes glared out from beneath the veil of her forelock, fuzzy and distant but still fighting, breath issuing in pained gasps. She was so tired, but the flood of returning oxygen fed the shrieking muscles, spurred her to keep trying. His voice, so close, so close the rancid breath curled over her skin, warming it. It was too close, too tempting. She had to try. There was no warning, no movement to signal her thoughts before it happened. Still weak and quaky, but regaining what strength she could through the return of oxygen, she gathered herself, snapping at the skin that lingered so close to her own. If only she could catch him, set her incisors into his skin and bite down with all she was worth, maybe then he would leave her alone...
tadpole
Music box, won't you sing me a lullaby? |
