It didn't take long for Lofgren to catch up with him, and before Blue could rationalize what he had just witnessed and what was happening, strong fingers wrapped around his ankle and forced him to come crashing down to the ground. Blue hissed as he fell, his body erupting in bursts of pain, most especially from his damaged shoulder. Blue clawed at the dirt and grass desperately, trying once again to drag himself away from the beast on top of him, but Lofgren wasn't about to let Blue escape a third time. The tone in the man's, the wolf's voice was stern and commanding, lacking the little amount of patience Lofgren had possessed before Blue ran, then stabbed him, and ran again. The shallow wound that Blue inflicted did not seem to bother Lofgren much, as his strength was unaffected, his determination to have Blue unwavering.<br/><br/>Perhaps Blue should have realized it earlier, but his mind had been too frantic to put the pieces together. Now, however, it was all too clear what Lofgren wanted him for. The beast tore at Blue's clothes viciously, frenetically, not giving one ounce of concern for the garments' integrity. The bloody shirt, the most battered and damaged piece that Blue wore, was ripped from his skin, exposing Blue's long, lean and toned torso. His abdomen moved up and down erratically as the young man struggled for air. He gasped as he felt Lofgren's fingers dig into his hips and tear at his jeans and underwear, kicking his legs as violently as he could, completely ignoring Lofgren warning, but his efforts didn't seem to matter anymore. Blue realized now that Lofgren had just been playing with him before, letting him crawl away. Blue might as well have been kicking at a brick wall. It would have made his pants more difficult to take off it wasn't for Lofgren's determination to shred Blue's clothes at any cost.<br/><br/>"Please," Blue begged, his voice cracking as tears once again began to well up at the edges of his cloudy gray eyes. Blue could hear wolves howling in the distance. Were they like Lofgren? How many more monsters hid in the night, behind trees, waiting to pounce on him, use him as their personal fuck toy?<br/><br/>"Please!" he said again, his voice a high-pitched whine as he felt the last of his clothing be torn off by Lofgren's eager hand. Blue continued to writhe beneath him, his naked body pressed up against Lofgren's hot bare skin. He could feel Lofgren's erection pushed against him, demanding Blue be still so that he could enter him, possess him, own him. Lofgren didn't want to kill him like Blue initially feared, but he knew now that if this monster was willing to violate him like this, chances were that Lofgren would murder him at a moment's notice, perhaps when he was finished.<br/><br/>"Please, I will do anything," Blue gasped, settling his body slightly as he spoke, though he still trembled violently in Lofgren's arms. "I will be a good boy, I'll do whatever you want." The words spilled out of Blue's lips sloppily, rushed and panicky but anything he could say, anything to keep Lofgren at bay for even just a few moments was worth the effort. "We can go back to the cabin and--and you can keep me. I won't run. I won't hurt you again."<br/><br/>Hot, salty tears were burning Blue's eyes, staining his skin. His throat was becoming tight, each word was a hard lump he had to choke out. "I'll be yours. Please, Lofgren... "