Braiya rolled away from him only half way, her body was too numb to do much more than that. Pulling what was left of the top fur as much as strength would allow, she clutched it, the fold she created barely covering head and shoulders.  Fights she had been in left he with more strength than this, the level of humiliation dealing a blow ten times worse than and fist.  Her legs trembled uncontrollably and the cramps that racked her body made her draw into the fetal position. Coughing from the throat searing screams she let loose caused her chest to heave unnaturally and she wretched once or twice before giving into the blackness that called.<br/><br/>The sounds were unfamiliar to her as she roused, but the reflex that had her grope for her hatchet caused instant pain. The resulting echo seemed to ricochet against her brain. Blood from her hands where she clawed at him smeared the sides of her face as she clutched her head.  She lay like this for a time when no one came at the sound of her groaning, silently checking the condition of her body, dozing back off once or twice before reality reminded her she was not safe.  Braiya feared she’d never be safe again, even with the violent nature of her kin and all the warring, that was beyond peaceful compared to this.<br/><br/>She heard voices further away and her ears twitched and turned to the sound much more acute than a humans.  The steady rhythm of conversation combined with the fire was a lie that again threatened to lull her back to sleep. The furs, while laying on top of them, did little to cover her body, though her clawing had made a pocket that she struggled for a time to push her legs into.  Groping for the fabric thrown on the bed with her sent another wave of cramps through her system and she froze in place to let it wane.  His fluids dribbled from her as she brought the fabric around her, only to learn it was probably a shirt of his. The smell of his human body permeated it and had she been standing it would  fall well past her knees.  It was all a consistent reminder of who she belonged to, and the beginning of her desire to make him suffer in the most painful and humiliating way possible. For now she waited, curled up in the furs and the shirt listening to the comings and goings of the men.