she honestly wasn't sure what scared her the most, the bite of the ground against her bare knees, or the sight of his face with those fangs bared and eyes blazing.  He was no sparkly ball of fluff that was for sure, though she wasn't going to mention that to him.  she really didn't want to see what his reaction to that would be.<br/><br/>she still didn't reach for the food, instead she yelped, reaching back to rub where he'd hit, the pain of it enough to force the tears she'd been trying to hold back to spill from her eyes.  at the second snap she yelped, moving her hand though the place still smarted painfully.  Her fingers snatched up a pancake, and without a word she shoved it into her mouth.  it wasn't exactly an elegant method, but it was what he'd wanted, and she -really- didn't want that crop hitting her ass again.