Wolf
By -hickman
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"Was your 'assumption' that spaghetti would be a good meal for my guests correct, little wolf?" My master growled, his elongated claws ripping at the small articles of clothing I'd been given to wear.
"No, sir. They were not correct, therefore I deserve my punishment, sir." I recited, having spoken those dreadful words one too many times.
His big hand closed around the back of my neck, and he drove my face into the kitchen table, surely breaking my nose. Blood rushed out of my nose, filling my mouth with the warm, metallic liquid. I choked on my blood, but was immediately given a punch to the gut, which keeled me over, allowing his more access to push my onto the floor.
He rammed his knee into my back, chuckling at my pained cry. He dug his knee further into my spine, pulling up the ratted pillowcase shirt I wore. He withdrew a silver knife and smirked, "Do you know what this is for, pet?"
My voice was strained from his knee, but I answered automatically, "For carving into your girl's body, sir."
"Correct."
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