~Part 1~

Jumwa’s heavy arm swung backwards, his eyes narrowed furiously as the back of his hand connected with Anjasa’s jaw, sending her flying back, a loud thud resonating through the bedroom as she struck the floor. She blinked a few tears away, scrambling backwards on her hands and feet as he stalked over to her, glaring down.

“We’re not in public any more, little girl. Have ju forgotten?”

Anjasa shook her head, fear lining her usually youthful and smug face, her hair clinging to her jaw and forehead. She whimpers as though in apology, knowing better than to form words. It only makes things worse.

He towered over her, his frame easily triple hers, standing several feet taller than her. She often thought idly about how easily one of his powerful hands could crush her; it wasn’t surprising to her that the thought occurred to her again.

Quickly he lifted his foot, bringing it down onto her chest, her arms quickly failing to hold herself up under the pressure, she collapsed to the ground, staring up at him as he spoke, each word slow and planned, menacing, “I get to do what I want. Not even you has a say, Anjasa.”

She winced as he said her name, putting the emphasis on each syllable as he only did when he was on the brink of destruction, as if making sure she understands the meaning of it. “Death’s Mate,” he had told her, all those months ago when he had gave her the name. She was flattered at the time, and remains so, except when he says it like that. Almost as though he were hissing it.

He put more pressure on her chest, glaring down at her as she struggled to breath. Though he was broad, in his rage he moved quickly, and before she knew it, he was crouched atop of her, grabbing and pinning her arms underneath his naked knees. His large left hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, staring for a few moments before letting her head go and bringing in his right hand, striking her roughly across the cheek.

Anjasa let out a loud cry, squirming below him and shutting her eyes against the involuntary tears, her face contorted, leaving her head tilted to her left side. “Don’t move,” he glared down at her, standing up and kicking her in the right side right below her rib cage. She went to move, to cradle herself, before forcing herself to remain still, her teeth and eyes closed tightly.

The large troll went back to the bed and stared down at the tiny night elf that was cowering in the corner, hugging the pillows against her naked body. She stared up at him with her golden eyes until he passed by her, rummaging in one of the drawers and coming out with a length of ribbon. His body too was nude, Anjasa having interrupted his romp so rudely.

She had been out at the bar for the evening and came home stumbling drunk and started spouting off about how disgusting Jumwa was for sinking so low. Probably would have taken it back, now, but it was too late for that.

Jumwa returned to the blood elf, staring down at her, the violence having quickly sobered her. Her lower lip quivers in fear, but she remains otherwise still. She was wearing one of her favourite outfits, a tiny red top, tied between her breasts, exposing her toned stomach. Her black skirt had ridden up to the tops of her thighs, her naked womanhood barely peaking through. She must have taken off her heels at the door.

He knelt down, pinning her arms again, though there was really no need, he grabbed her forearms, easily holding them together as he brought the ribbon to her, glaring down at her face, his breath heavy and hot in his anger.

“I’ve let ju go too long without reminding ju. I shoulda known ju couldn’t remember for long,” he growled softly, swiftly tying her forearms together, both of her hands pressed tightly against her elbows, her hands getting slightly redder with the trapped blood. She whimpered and her lower lip trembled in humiliation and pain, her arms stinging where his heavy body sat on her. He finished tying his final knot and stood slowly, kicking her in the side once more, causing her to cry out in a shrill shriek, staring up at him with fear.

An apology was useless at this point. She knew her only option – accept her punishment.