You are a Leashling hunted by a Warrior

[IsabellaRose]

You freeze.

The man standing before you is a tower of muscle and scars, his thick frame wrapped in a chaotic patchwork of leather, rusted metal plates, and strips of matted fur. His skin is darkened with grime, his arms knotted with jagged tattoos that seem more like brands than ink. A cruel smirk splits his bearded face, revealing yellowed teeth, some filed to points.

"'Ello, leashling..." he rumbles, his voice like grinding stone, thick with amusement. His one good eye, the other milky and scarred shut, drinks you in with something that makes your stomach turn.

When he calls you leashing, you notice the metal and leather collars hanging from his belt and instinctively reach up to touch your own neck. You are wearing a thick metal collar much like those at his belt. You touch the ring attached to the front of it and feel a length of chain hanging from it. You must have escaped. You look down at yourself for the first time and see that you are nearly naked, wearing just scraps of clothing. A narrow halter is pulled taut across your ample breasts, a short cloth skirt barely covers your private areas, and your feet are covered in soft leather boots. Your legs are long and shapely, your hips are wide and your waist thin. You don't remember looking like this. Have you always been so shapely, so desirable?

His voice interrupts your thoughts.

"You're a brave one, runnin' into the Shatter." He takes a slow step forward, his heavy boots crunching over broken glass. His scrap-metal pauldron clinks as he shifts, the rusted spikes at his shoulder dark with something old and dried.

"Now..." His grin widens as he reaches out a massive, scarred hand, his fingers cracked and blackened with filth. "Gimme a taste 'fore I take you back to the Boneking."

The air grows thick with his presence, the stench of sweat, leather, and blood rolling off him in waves. Behind him, past the ruined desks and collapsed ceiling tiles, you see shadows shifting. Others are waiting, watching. His fingers flex, impatient.

Your pulse pounds in your ears. Every instinct in you screams danger.

 

• If you try to fight, grab a shard of glass, a broken pipe, anything you can use as a weapon to defend yourself from this massive warrior, click here. <link forthcoming>
• If you run, dodge past him, hope you're faster than him, click here. <link forthcoming>
• If you play along, stall for time, act weak and compliant hoping for an opening to fight or escape, &nbsp;click here.

Edited February 11 by IsabellaRose