Leashling Compliant

[IsabellaRose]

Your breath hitches, your pulse hammering in your ears. The weight of the bit of chain hanging from your collar is suddenly unbearable, as if it’s tightening, pulling you back into the hands of the monster this man before you works for. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to still your trembling fingers as you drop them from the chain.

You can’t fight him. He’s too big, too strong, and you don’t even know how many more are lurking in the ruins, waiting to drag you back in irons. If you resist, he’ll enjoy breaking you. But if you play along, if you act weak, you might get close enough to strike when he least expects it. So you let your shoulders slump, let your gaze drop to the ground, your breath coming in shallow, uncertain gasps. You press your lips together like you’re struggling to find words, like you’re afraid to speak. Like you are prey.

The smirk on his face grows. He believes it.

"That's right," he murmurs, closing the distance. His filthy hand grabs your chin, tilting your face up roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His fingers press into your skin, his grip meant to remind you of his strength, his control.

You let out a small, shaky breath, pretending to shrink beneath his touch. Let him think he’s already won.

"Good girl," he drawls, amusement thick in his tone. "It would be a shame to leave permanent scars on such a pretty thing."

His thumb drags over your bottom lip, slow and deliberate. Your stomach roils with disgust, but you keep yourself still, pliant. You need him closer. His grip loosens just slightly, shifting lower, grazing your throat. There. Your chance is coming. 

 

• If you take the risk now, go for his eyes, his throat, make a break for it before the others decide to step in, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you wait a moment longer, let him drop his guard further, draw him in until you can strike cleanly, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you know better than to fight and give in, click here <link forthcoming>