< Marvel > X-Men: Caged
Title: Caged
Prompt: 031. Animal
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG-13
Series: X-Men
Characters: Rahne Sinclair, unnamed man, mention of others
Warnings: Abuse. Lotsa abuse.
Summary: “She's disgusting.”
Author's Notes:
Written for NaNo! =D
Why yes, I am feeling sadistic today. -cough-
“Stupid beast.”
A yelp shattered the still air as Rahne's captor delivered a harsh kick to her side, the werewolf attempting to curl up tighter where she lay on the ground. The man towering over her sneered and gave her another sharp kick, knocking the pile of bloodied wolf to the side a bit.
“This is what you deserve, you know that right? You are a disgrace to mankind! God hates freaks like you!” he hissed, gloved hands flexing and clenching into fists before he spat at her, a sneer pulling at his lips. Rahne could do nothing to stop the abuse, having already taking more of a beating then she could handle, one eye swollen shut while the other was blurred with wetness.
It hurt so much.
The man knelt down finally and reached out, grabbing a hold of the fur at the back of her neck and dragging her closer despite her whimpers and pathetic struggles, his other hand grabbing a hold of her muzzle and squeezing it tight.
“We're going to keep you here, locked inside this cage so people can come and gawk at you, stare at your disgusting looks. They're going to point and whisper, make fun of you and how ugly you are.” Each word seemed to stab right into Rahne, the wolf letting out a low whimper as her one working eye pleaded with him, begged for mercy.
But she wasn't going to get it, they both knew that.
Pulling her up a bit by the back of the neck, the pair were face to face as his grip on her muzzle tightened a touch more, the man jerking her head slightly back and forth.
“You're lucky. I wanted to kill you but the Reverend, he wanted to make an example of you.” he hissed before dropping Rahne none to gently and straightening up, foot sliding forward and tipping up as he pressed it down against her throat, sneer melting into a smirk as the wolf choked, body seizing slightly as he began to bear his weight down.
“Doesn't mean you have to look pretty though, does it?”
Prompt: 031. Animal
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG-13
Series: X-Men
Characters: Rahne Sinclair, unnamed man, mention of others
Warnings: Abuse. Lotsa abuse.
Summary: “She's disgusting.”
Author's Notes:
Written for NaNo! =D
Why yes, I am feeling sadistic today. -cough-
“Stupid beast.”
A yelp shattered the still air as Rahne's captor delivered a harsh kick to her side, the werewolf attempting to curl up tighter where she lay on the ground. The man towering over her sneered and gave her another sharp kick, knocking the pile of bloodied wolf to the side a bit.
“This is what you deserve, you know that right? You are a disgrace to mankind! God hates freaks like you!” he hissed, gloved hands flexing and clenching into fists before he spat at her, a sneer pulling at his lips. Rahne could do nothing to stop the abuse, having already taking more of a beating then she could handle, one eye swollen shut while the other was blurred with wetness.
It hurt so much.
The man knelt down finally and reached out, grabbing a hold of the fur at the back of her neck and dragging her closer despite her whimpers and pathetic struggles, his other hand grabbing a hold of her muzzle and squeezing it tight.
“We're going to keep you here, locked inside this cage so people can come and gawk at you, stare at your disgusting looks. They're going to point and whisper, make fun of you and how ugly you are.” Each word seemed to stab right into Rahne, the wolf letting out a low whimper as her one working eye pleaded with him, begged for mercy.
But she wasn't going to get it, they both knew that.
Pulling her up a bit by the back of the neck, the pair were face to face as his grip on her muzzle tightened a touch more, the man jerking her head slightly back and forth.
“You're lucky. I wanted to kill you but the Reverend, he wanted to make an example of you.” he hissed before dropping Rahne none to gently and straightening up, foot sliding forward and tipping up as he pressed it down against her throat, sneer melting into a smirk as the wolf choked, body seizing slightly as he began to bear his weight down.
“Doesn't mean you have to look pretty though, does it?”