His thumb across her cheek was void anything resembling affection or sympathy. She knew in that moment that he liked her tears, liked her embarrassment and her anger. None would serve her against him. The weight of her defeat made her entire world too heavy to bear. Every attempt to find revenge or simply lash out was met with his mocking gaze and his men’s laughter. Humiliation would be the theme of her life under his rule, of that she was certain.<br/><br/>The girl’s bright orbs focused on his darker gaze, seeing now that the glint in his irises has not been the result of the fires they’d ignited around them. His proximity insurer that he filled her senses. Neither small in stature or in sheer presence, it was easy to feel consumed by him without ever being touched. His nod said far more than a simple gesture from someone else and while she wanted to fight him every step of the way, there was a understanding between them.<br/><br/>She’d given up, and yet there was still some fight visible within her. It was apparent in how she furrowed her brows at his order, obvious horror over what he was requesting of her. It was the reaction of those who watched that fueled the fear inside her. Many had the same reaction as their leader, calm and collected with tents in their pants from excitement of what they might see.<br/><br/>The moment stretched between them, each second passing with her weighing the possibility of refusing. While he had her backed down, forcing the wolf into positions that pleased him, the woman understood she had no choice. Not if she favored living for a little bit longer. And while she may have begged him to kill her, self-preservation was a hard instinct to ignore. For now, the understanding between them was that she no longer had a choice, she’d said it: she was his, regardless of what that actually meant.<br/><br/>Defiance was her not shifting to her hands and knees as soon as he’d demanded it. Defiance was left in her gaze as she worked out the possibilities of what would happen next. Every step of the way would be painted with it, no matter that she would relent in the end.<br/><br/>Her emerald gaze hardened momentarily. With slow, deliberate movements, she shifted to her knees, turning around at the same time. But she didn’t look away. Even over her shoulder she forced her eyes to linger on him. Soon enough, she was down, pressing her breasts into the hard earth with her hands flat outside the width of thin shoulders. Just as he’d requested, she presented herself to him as if she was giving it willingly. Terror courses through her veins as she kept him within her sight as much as she could.<br/><br/>More cheers erupted. Some shouted what they wanted to do to her, crass and some downright disgusting. Every person present wanted to defile her and taking turns seemed to be the mutual agreement among them. Exposed and put on display once more, she waited for whatever was to come.