The Wolf With Steel Fangs

I never meant to be so cold. I never meant to be so cold to you. I'm sorry about all the lies. Maybe in a different light you could see me stand on my own again.

Now the horror continues.

The Wolf With Steel Fangs

The Wolf In The Walls

And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death.
We'll love again, we'll laugh again.
And it's better off this way.
And never again, and never again,
They gave us two shots to the back of the head,
And we're all dead now.
Well never again, and never again,
They gave us two shots to the back of the head,
And we're all dead now.

Rape.

That word had lost all meaning.

Occurring over and over, so many times with so many people, so many different forms of humiliation. No one could make him fell so ugly and pitiful that such words were just noise in the dark. Link felt like giving up. Just let it all flow away and die a quick and horrid death at the hands of low men in black armor. Someone must be laughing at him right now, still hanging by his wrists from the same dungeon ceiling. Or so he presumed. The leather strap over his eyes had not been touched once since it had been put there.

He heard the door creak open and he sank. Another gang rape session. Or so he guessed. The door closed again and Link strained to hear anything in the silence. Soft hands caressed his face before unlocking his chains and gently setting him on the floor. Link instantly curled up, trying to hide. Tears squeezed from his tightly shut eyes, sliding from behind the leather and down his bloody face. The same soft hands bandaged his wounds and wiped away his tears. The leather was removed, and Link nearly had a heart attack.

"Ra...tsu...i...kksu..." He strained, his throat burning with each sound he made.

She put her finger to her lips as she continued to tend to his wounds. Link relaxed slightly. Soon, a cold glass was held to his lips, and he drank its contents almost greedily. He assumed it was water. Rathix set the glass aside and gathered Link in her arms, almost cuddling him like a mother wolf would her pups. A wave of calm washed over Link, and his mind settled in someplace safe, a place that no one could ever get him.

Rathix began to slowly rock back and forth, her vocal cords humming a strange tune that Link had never heard before. This was the extent of her vocalization. No words. Just sound and speaking body language. Eventually, his mind made up words for the song.

Deep in your smile I see the world seeing me

I'm free to be free

To be what I be

When my heart's saying I'm a shadow of love

I gaze to the doves

And find it above

Let my desires fly along on a wing

Alone with my dreams

How lonesome it seems

Thoughts from my heart on a warm spring day

My mind drifts away

And dreams so they say

When Link returned, Rathix was gone, and he was curled up in a tattered old blanket that looked like it had gone through hell. Link gathered it around him, almost convinced that it would protect him better than any sword or shield. He smiled to himself as his mind drifted off again for the first sleep he had in days. No dreams, no nightmares.

Link sank into the infinite shadow of sleep and didn't want to climb back out.

A minor pause.

The storm has yet to come.