My chapters are getting shorter, I'm sorry. I keep getting all these reviews, and I love them! With each one I just want to write more and more, but my chapters don't get any longer. Oh well. The next chapter will hopefully be up within the next few weeks, I'm trying to get more shifts at work so that I can go overseas, but I'm going to want to write now more than ever, so that I can get past Tsume's chapter to the next Kiba one! Love you all!

Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or it's characters or it's epic awesome ideas. I do however own Charlie, Kai and Kimi, who I hope you grow to love or at least like, to hate.

WARNING: Strong M! Sexual situations and attempted rape.

Kiba

"See you soon pretty boy, round two awaits" So I'll wait. Waiting, waiting, waiting; stupid humans. Yes I'll wait. But not for round two of your enforced hell, but for the split second chance when I get to tear you limb from limb. Cut off your screams by sinking my fangs in your soft necks. The sound of your breathe stuttering out will drown out the sound of your bones crushing between my jaws. I'll wait. It'll be worth it.

I always knew taking on a human form was bad. I thought I had too much dignity for such a thing as lowering my standards and cowering from the humans. It was hiding in plain sight, almost mocking them, but hiding none the less. But Hige had made it make sense. "...I do this so I won't end up dead. So that I can go on living as a wolf. Staying alive is the only way to maintain our pride. By any means necessary". Boy was I feeling the last part. That's why I originally took a human form. Even before it had a chance to sink in I had changed shape. I was getting no closer to paradise being shot up and starved, moving in the desolate lands between towns. The world was ending, and deep down everyone knew it; things were not as they were and changes needed to be made. In some cases it was too late. Taking on a human form was a change I needed, so that I could go on living as a wolf. And now, I'll do round two and three and however long this arrangement with the humans lasts because I need to keep my pack alive. We'll all keep living as wolves. I'll see to it that we do. We'll get out of here, and we'll go to paradise.

Living as wolves, huh? An annoying voice wheedled at the back of my mind. The great spirits that can open paradise, whatever happened to them? I remember being able to bend bars with my jaws. Whatever happened to that skill? We could be out of here, free. Hige used to be able to smell people with a kilometre of us. Why wasn't he able to smell these vile men as they approached us, watched us? What happened to our reflexes? Our strength? Oh how the mighty have fallen. Shut up!

Pain races down my arm. A small crack in the concrete flooring. Cradling my hand to my chest I make my way over to the opposite bunk bed to the one the others are sharing. I curl into the wall, as far as I can go, back facing them.

"Kiba?"

"Kiba are you alright?"

"What did they do to you?"

"Kiba?"

"Toboe, stop, leave him be" Ah Tsume, yes, control the pup. I can't control myself right now.

"But Tsume-"

"But nothing Toboe, just be quiet" His voice is stern now. The roughness of his voice, and annoyance in his tone so familiar it's comforting. There's a body behind me. Too close. Not now. Just back away Toboe. Don't do it.

"I won't ask any more questions, just, we saved you some food, if you were hungry...I'll just leave it right here" Something is placed behind me on the bed. And then...a timid hand touches my shoulder. It happens in a blur. I'm on my feet, Toboe sprawled across the floor, tears in his eyes, running down his cheeks, mixing with and diluting the blood from the gash across his face. I'm breathing deeply, reigning in the anger, and the horror; blood was on my hands, one of my owns' blood was on my hands. Why didn't he just stop? I wasn't in the mood, am not in the mood, to be comforted. Tsume rises to his feet only to then crouch by Toboe's side. Hige and Blue stare on with wide eyes. One set sad and worried, the other cautious and expectant.

"Well as much as I hate breaking up the party" The heavy blonde is back, sneering, and almost giddy at the sight of us in turmoil. "But round two is here pretty boy. Come over to the bars" Expressionless, I do as he says. His friends guns are up and I can't risk anything.

This time, as we walk past the cells, the lights are all on, and I can see barely dressed women, who no longer care that their clothing is falling off their too thin shoulders. They have no need for modesty or dignity anymore. Some are brushing their hair over and over again; they have nothing else to keep them occupied, to take their mind of this hellish place. Others are still nibbling on their food, unable to keep the majority of it down. A select few are beyond sanity or repair, and are rocking back and forth, eyes wild and unseeing. I don't want to know what they've been put through.

There's only one other male. He sits on the floor in cell 2, leaning against his cot, thin and scarred; hair hiding his face. His nails dig desperately into the recently healed scars on his wrists. I'd rather harm myself then harm my pack again. I rub my nails against my leather clad leg, trying to get Toboe's blood out from under them.

Up the stairs and led past more tapestries. I understand a few of the images this time. I miss not knowing. Led through another door. This room is smaller, and so is the man. He stands at Toboe's height, plump and wearing a brown suit. He's balding and wears glasses. He screams weak. It's one thing to be captured by many armed mercs. It's one thing to be forced down by a tall, muscular, and brutal man. It's something completely different knowing that this man, this human, wants to and will dominate me. I could kill him with no exertion at all.

It runs through my head over and over again. I could kill you. Yet again I'm restrained to the bed, this time with trembling hands. I could kill you. Chubby fingers wander my torso, touch my neck, run across my jaw, and pause at my lips. I could kill you. My pants are removed and I watch as his portly body is revealed, as he takes off his glasses, getting ready for strenuous activity. I could kill you. He's getting excited. It's disgusting; licking his lips, sweating, running a hand over his head, sweeping the remaining hair back. He touches himself, and he touches me, the expressions he pulls would be humorous in any other situation. I grit my teeth. I could kill you. He groans; I can feel the hot burn of his release along my thighs; he had gotten too excited, too soon. I'm thankful, I never thought I could be in a place such as this, but I am. I could kill you. I could kill you; I could kill you, many times over. I will kill you, many times over.

"You think that's funny don't you?" he snaps. I just stare at him. He strikes me across the face. That's when I laugh. I don't laugh very often, only a few of my packs antics get more than a smile from me, but this was just too funny. I've only had one sexual experience in my whole life, and that was forced upon me only a few hours earlier this day, but even I can understand that this undermines his masculinity and dominance. And he thinks he can reinsert it by hitting me? Me? I've been stabbed by knives, swords and spears, been shot by bullets and lasers, taken down other wolves, tanks and air ships, and he thinks I'll be affected by one of his hits?

No, not just one; he keeps them coming, punching my face and torso. All the while I laugh. He busts my lip, blood runs down my chin, and I try to stop, hold the chuckles back, but I just can't. He's yelling something, mostly to himself; I pay him no mind, even as he picks up a knife. I'm not sure where he got it from, or why they'd keep them around, but it still doesn't silence me. What damage does this short, portly man think he can do? Make me bleed? Big deal.

I stop laughing and just smile at him, without words saying 'Bring it on'.

He holds the blade threateningly, unsure if he can go through with it.

"Okay, that's enough, we allow blood play here, but I'm not sure where this is heading, Borge, we'll get you someone else, someone better, calm down." He addresses the man, then leans over and releases the ties "Get up, come on". I get up, pants suddenly appearing again. I turn back briefly to look at the man, our eyes meet, and just like that he knows that I will end him.

"I would have laughed too" the blonde says as we leave the room, he shakes his head, not thinking much of the man either. "But you don't have those sorts of rights, so it's time for your punishment. You displeased a customer, some of the others we have here have done that too, but they're human, their breaking point is easy to meet, I guess I'm going to have fun finding yours." I don't like that grin.

We get to a corridor with no fancy coverings, not for clients eyes. A heavy metal door is pushed open, the smell is overpowering. I flinch back; it burns my sensitive nose, and has my eyes on the brink of watering. I'm shoved forward.

One glance around and I know I'm going to regret that simple burst of astonished amusement. I'm going to want to go back to Borge, or the other man. I'd rather watch Darcia take Cheza from me a hundred times over, or relive any wound I'd ever received than go through this.

No, no, no, no, no!

Please.