>>49172696The needle was against her neck now, not his beak. Two wingtips were dragging along the side of her neck, searching for a vein, spreading her fur apart like fingers would spread a human vagina so he could fill her with his foul, disgusting load. She wanted that beak against her neck instead, truth be told. She wanted it to plunge into her throat, to feel nothingness, and then wake up screaming on the ground in her warm, soft berry bush of a bed.
“Fight well.” The voice was soft, gentle. Almost genuinely loving, if she hadn’t heard all those other depraved words spoken in the same voice, from the same beak and tongue. But the ice water that flooded her neck so potently a millisecond after she finished letting out a throaty little huff from the toe-curling pain of the thorn-like syringe tip was like shoving her head into a frozen pond and was anything but gentle.
. . .
It burned.
It burned *inside* her.
IT
*BURNED*
INSIDE
HER
EVE
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WHE
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