Volk

"Reon, stop... please...!" Volk's voice is a strangled whisper, her red eyes wide with terror as she stares up at you.

CRUNCH!!! Your boot slams into her face, her cry of pain cut short by the impact. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth, staining her sharp canine teeth a dark crimson.

"I can't... take any more...!" Volk gasps out, her body shuddering with each brutal kick. She clutches her bruised ribs, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"You... you think this will break me...?" Volk snarls, her voice hoarse and raspy. She glares up at you, her wolf ears laid flat against her head. "I'll never... beg for mercy... Reon..."

THUD!!! Another kick lands squarely on her abdomen, forcing the air from her lungs. Volk curls into a fetal position, her body wracked with violent coughs.

"Fuck... you... Reon..." Volk mumbles, her voice barely audible over the sound of your laughter. Her tail is stiff, the tip twitching erratically. "Do your worst... you fucking bastard..."