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with everything I have, groaning and grunting fills the cell as I continue to fight myself free from him.
    His fist collides into my jaw thrusting my head backward. With my next rampant heartbeat he has me by the hair. He glares down to me with a razor smile, making my body shudder as I stare at the rows of sharp carnivorous teeth. My aggressive breathing raises my bare chest up and down and he quickly notices, instantly his greedy hand clutches my breast clenching hard, forcing an afflicting, painful groan from me.
    His feral smile quickly eats away, and replaces with an open mouth, dripping with saliva. He leans over me, preparing for his teeth fraying attack, but an effectual tone stills the air, making us both frozen in our conflicting positions.
    “Go.” 
    Only one single, consequential word is spoken and the warrior removes his claw-like clasp from me, enabling me to lean my head upward. There, standing by the cell entrance, is the god of gods, the leader of the hungry pack. Towering at least seven feet tall, gold dust sheaths his frame, five thick gold bands adorn his left arm and the same markings cross his bare chest. He takes a scowling step closer waiting for the warrior to leave, and then he makes a subtle gesture with his hand and the menacing male egresses.
    I huff at the loose strands of linger ing hair in front of my face and I narrow my eyes at him waiting for his move. But he steadily holds a stance like no other, superlatively still, not even a trace he even takes a breath, unblinking golden eyes lock onto my face. I swallow blood down as my jaw swells, I’m shocked it’s not broken from the blow, but maybe the warrior didn’t want his meat too tenderized.  
    His hair is not white, completely opposite , it is dark, much darker than my own, and shorter just past his chiseled jaw line. As I look I see the muscles in his jaw clench briefly and I immediately peer back into his avowing eyes. I realize now they all have their own unique eye coloration and what it looks like when they become agitated, but the leader’s indigeninous gold has me benumbed. 
    The movement of his liberal hand startles me as he flexes it against my neck, it’s a motion I wasn’t expecting, but his next action stuns me even more. Using his other free hand he holds my breast, fondling, lowering his head he begins licking, and sucking my nipple boldly, I hold my breath with animosity. I keep myself restrained from showing any emotions as he switches to my other breast, feasting his impassioned mouth over me.
    Reminding images of the warrior earlier, with jagged teeth for ripping flesh off of bare bones I refrain from making a noise, for fear I could lose one of my best qualities.  His lips release me, allowing me to take in a vehemence breath, his fantasizing eyes peer into my terror-stricken face. “Your breasts do not taste sweet.”
    Baffled for a moment, not fully comprehending his statement and unused to the sound of his voice I gape at him. Pieces slowly pull together for me, if this is some type of procedure for their morbid picking and choosing, then perhaps he was just with a woman lactating.
    “I… I don’t have a child...” My voice flutters from my faltering lips, not even sure he can hear me. Swallowing another clump of blood I continue my words, “I’m not giving nourishment to a baby.” His reading stare tells me he’s reflecting on my words, that I have just spoken to him. Then, with no more thought on the matter, he prowls around my body. Gauging, touching, and rubbing my oversensitive skin, and then he explores my hair, watching me while he smells the damp dark strands.
    My nerves are almost shot with the edgy silence between us, and his persistent examination of me. Abruptly, he takes a swift step back glances over his shoulder and pivots himself facing the cell entrance. Once in view, I see what he had heard approaching, a group of girls escorted by the same two guards.
    Ten redheads cluster