A shudder travelled down her spine, causing the hairs on her back to prickle and stand on end. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't meet and hold his gaze.
"I'll be satisfied when I'm satisfied. But I have a goal in mind and perhaps once that goal is reached....but then again, don't count your luck I may just decide to keep you with me forever as I seem to have taken an interest in you. Why? So eager to be out of my presence already? You wound me my pet," he said to her with a smirk as he leaned in close to her and sniffed, inhaling her scent.
Her ears were flattened against her head as he spoke to her, glowering when he asked if she was eager to be away from him. Really, what other reaction was he expecting? Was he expecting her to be delighted her privacy, and therefore safety, had been invaded and taken from her?
She flinched away from him as he leaned in to sniff her, her own nose twitching as she picked up his own scent. She recoiled not from the smell, but out of instinct. If she was close enough to be able to smell him as good as this, he was close enough to finish her off with one quick snap of his jaws.
"My life was perfectly fine as it was!" She whined, digging her heels into the ground to try and stop herself being dragged along any further. "I was fed! I had shelter! I had security! I don't need or want you, tu hijo de puta!""I will not hurt you my pet. I cannot see why you would prefer a life of suffering on your own than with a benefactor. Would you rather I leave you to starve and die? I can assure you that life with me will be more pleasant than your previous life," he told her as he dragged her along.
The more he dragged her along, the more she could feel her fear turning into anger. Why did she have to be so WEAK? If she was stronger she'd have no qualms about taking him on. But in her current state...she'd never stand a chance. He'd kill her with one blow, no doubt.
She stopped tugging when he turned to face her again, a look of intrigue on his face. That expression...it made her skin crawl.
"Ah so then, Alondra, you have a very resonating name. And I have decided you may keep your language as I find it more interesting than bothersome. I like to be interested but mind you I can pick up fast so don't try to slander me with lowly words, that is something I might not like very much though it would be very interesting to see you try,"
Her ears twitched at his words. She was going to continue using her own language whether he approved and gave permission or not. He could control her actions, her body, but not her mind and her words. That was something nothing could control. If she wanted to say something, it would be said.
"Veremos..." she muttered, her shoulders slumping submissively. If he didn't care much for her speaking her own language, then she may as well speak it all the time. Perhaps he'd grow tired and let her go.
She flinched again when he turned back to face her, laughing at her insult. Did he not care she'd called him a bastard? Or did he not understand?
The more he pulled her along, the more she tried to resist. Even if she'd wanted to, she'd wouldn't have been able to match his pace, what with him being larger than her and with a longer stride. Thankfully he slowed and reluctantly she matched the pace, though made sure she kept at least a pace's distance between them. Her stomach flipped again at the thought that he could take her wherever he wanted. He could drag her off a cliff if he so wished. He could drag her into a river and drown her. He could even drag her underneath him and have his way if he so wished, and she'd have nowhere to run."I'll let that slide today. Next time I'll be sure to know what that means although I have a pretty good idea already. But anyway, let us proceed, the day does not wait for us and time is precious," he said as he tugged her rope and pulled her along with him.
She could feel an old spark igniting as he used that irritating nickname again. "I'm not your pet," her words came out a little more malicious than she'd intended, and she narrowed her eyes at him threateningly."Yes my pet. A glorious transformation for you. You will be a different person with me Alondra, it is my goal to transform you from your sniveling self into someone that will not disgrace my name. You are my servant and you will look and play the part. I will train you, hone your skills and become your guide to becoming the perfect servant. One day you will find yourself wondering if you could have ever been the low whimpering coward you are now. I want to bring that fire inside of you out, let it burn and engulf you, I know there is better inside," he told her.
Maybe she didn't want to be 'transformed'? She was happy as she was. She was used to her life. She was used to living in the shadows, being the underdog. She wouldn't have it any other way. He seemed to think otherwise, and heck, if she could help it, she'd go out of her way to disappoint him. While she didn't have the courage to physically defy him, she'd make a point of mentally and verbally doing so whenever and wherever she could get away with it.
As she kept tugging on the rope angrily, she felt him tug back. She snarled furiously and began chewing at the rope, trying to fray it enough so it would snap and set her free. The fact she'd have part of the rope trailing after her didn't bother her - she could run, hide, then get rid of it later.
At the threat of him using her for his own sick pleasure, Alondra stopped gnawing at the rope, and dropped her head slightly. She could run. She could try it. Running was not fighting, it was fleeing. They were separate things. She began to follow him more willingly, but only so that he wouldn't feel the tension on the rope as she continued to grind her teeth into it. It was weakening, slightly. Maybe if she could slip a leg through she could get the loop off over her head and leg it in the opposite direction...?"Do not try to escape my pet, you are in no condition to run from me and I'm sure you know it very well yourself. Stop fighting me, I do not like resistance. You will obey and be obedient. If you keep fighting me I'll take back my thoughts on using you for carnal pleasure. Only those who disobey me will I tear apart, physically and emotionally. But you, if you choose to obey, you will be greatly rewarded, heed my words Alondra," he said to her as he walked over small hills and crossed a stream.
When she was sure his attention was back to going to wherever they were heading, she began trying to loosen the rope, hopping every so often as she placed a paw through the loop and tried to prize it open. She grunted every so often from the effort of trying to get across the awkward terrain on three legs, the other stuck between her neck and the rope loop.
Giving up, she sat down abruptly, shaking her head and trying to pull the loop off, working as quickly as she could to get the rope off of her.
"Por amor de Dios!" She snarled, tugging harder on the rope. She managed to get it up behind her ears, and almost over them, but her paw was still stuck...
She glared furiously at the male, letting him know just how much she hated everything about him and the situation she was in.
"Why can't you just let me go?" She snapped, her foreleg stuck awkwardly under her neck as she whined in desperation. She'd have to figure out how to get out of this so that when a better moment came, there'd be none of this...this...embarassing fussing.
