M for violence. On Lyah. Would this also be considered animal abuse?
Just another day. Just another heap of crap. Which seemed to become a habit lately, each and every muscle in her body was sore. Beyond believe. But, she couldn't sit idle now. It was either this. Or TRIM. The point of no return was already far behind her and by now, she had to suck it up.
It was then, that she stopped in her tracks, and looked towards someone at the end of the hallway. Her heart almost skipped a beat as she looked at someone who, by her standards. Was more than good looking. He was breath taking. Her jaw dropped slightly. And without her being able to help it, a soft purring started to thrum deep in her chest.
Odd. None ever had that kind of effect on her. She frowned softly and made her way over. Before she saw the flash of a fist, smacking her right in the face, blood streaming from her nose at the hit as she crumpled to the ground from surprise. Several candidates surrounded her, other stage two's. She met some of them before.
Without as much as a second thought, she stumbled to her feet again, holding up her fists. Like Sterak had taught her. And these guys didn't even hit a fraction of what Sterak threw at her. Though it fucking hurt still.
"Was this bitch purring?!" One of the candidates bellowed. "Yeah, she's like a cat, got them tails and ears and everything!" He fell in next to his comrade, taking a step forward to slam her in the stomach, winding her immediately and knocking her down on all fours. She felt a hand slipping past her belt, before a sharp tug was felt on her tail, pulling it out from underneath her shirt completely, by the root.
And ofcourse, she let out a pained cry, gritting her teeth. Her tail flicking in anger, struggling against the iron grip.