Chapter Three: She's Been Imprisoned
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Peter carries Elizabeth in his arms and searches for a nearby teleportation point to return to his territory.
He resumed his original form and kissed the sleeping Elizabeth, greedily tonguing her limbs, stomach, chest, neck, and head.
Elizabeth is immersed in sleep while a 3-meter long male wolf is underneath her.
In her dream, Elizabeth's family is torn apart by the ferocious black wolf. She flees, pursued by a dozen identical black wolves.
Elizabeth breathes in sharply, her chest rising and falling, but in vain.
"Well," the choking sensation jolted her awake.
She was greeted by darkness and Peter's meaty lips.
Peter's possessiveness kicked in and he took Elizabeth's neck in one big bite.
Elizabeth shuddered, her delicate skin tingling slightly against Peter's fangs.
She remembered the content of the dream she had just had, the dream where the black wolf had eaten her family and she was next!
"Completing the first night will extend your lifespan by twenty days", the system issued a quest prompt.
No way! Elizabeth felt like the wolf wanted to swallow her right now.
Peter let go of his mouth as he felt Pak Tong's breath getting fainter and fainter.
Elizabeth was able to catch her breath, and she was surprised to find her limbs were better, while her world was pitch black and her throat was dry and sore.
Back in time five hours ago, Peter had taken her to a healer who could only heal the limbs and could do nothing for the eyes and the throat that had been attacked by the toxins in the eyes.
Surprise crossed Peter's eyes when he saw her wake up, and his huge wolf's head buried itself in the nape of her neck, trying to show his happiness with a kiss.
Her thin neck was next to his fangs, and her soul was lost.
Become the archetype, become the archetype, become the archetype, Shiratang freaked out and stumbled over a silent chant.
Peter was dismayed as the fragrant, soft, beautiful girl in his arms turned into a samovar.
Not wanting to be trapped, Elizabeth jumped out from under him at lightning speed and ran eastward, trying to find an exit.
Peter's eyes were grim as he pricked up his pointed wolf ears, the feeling of falling short instantly igniting his possessiveness.
Peter's golden pupils dilated, greed in his eyes. Escape? Wouldn't give her a chance to escape. Possess her absolutely, lock her up and not go anywhere.
Peter took human form, turned on the air conditioner, went to the page to buy Samoyed adult estrus injections and customized chains online, and within five seconds the goods were teleported from the place where they were offered for sale.
Elizabeth couldn't see the way and hit the wall, straight up, and suddenly, she was on all fours and was carried into a broad chest.
Peter held Elizabeth down and pumped the liquid from the syringe into her.
Elizabeth gushed and lost her mind, taking on human form, her jade arms climbing his neck.
Peter's senses were assaulted by Elizabeth's scent, his smooth, tight muscles pressed against her creamy skin, l**t rekindled, defeated by his usual rationality.
He moved closer to Elizabeth, the desire to possess growing stronger, and his movements became rougher, gasping for breath.
......
Peter got out of bed satisfied.
The sheets are messy, a little plum red, and Elizabeth is tear-stained and pathetic.
Peter looked at the sleeping Bai Tang, a little heartbroken, golden pupils flooded with compassionate light, gently handling the dirt on her body.
Affection and love are fatal weaknesses for wolves.
Peter's gaze turned cold, and reason told him to kill her.
He was in a tangle, she tasted wonderful.
Too bad greed defeated everything.
Be his pet.
Peter picked up the customized chains and shackled Elizabeth's limbs.
Two hours later.
Elizabeth woke up with aching limbs, swelling underneath, and weakness in her legs.
The touch of cold metal on her hands and feet shattered her sleep.
Shuddering, she touched her left hand to the chain on her right, her blindness magnifying her fear, her inability to speak intensifying her unease.
Why was she being held captive? She was already blind, and now Peter had gone so far as to outright deny her the right to move.
Peter's breath invaded her senses as he moved closer to Elizabeth, kissing and tearing at her, holding her close, "What is your name? Write it on my hand."
Elizabeth stiffened as she heard into, "Take the initiative and spread your legs."
Annoyed, Elizabeth bit Peter's wrist hard.
Peter's eyes were grim as he raised his pointed wolf ears, "Why are you biting me?"
"What? What are you pretending to be innocent about?" Elizabeth heard this and her anger dried up her sanity as she frantically tore into Peter.
Peter's palms beaded with blood and he gritted his teeth, "Unbelievable pet, you want to be whipped."
Peter cupped her face, "Settle down, I'm your master."
With that, he left angrily.
Impulsiveness is the devil, Elizabeth forgot that she didn't speak the same language as here. It took two uses of translation to understand Peter's last two sentences.
Elizabeth was disheartened.
The 25-day countdown in her head seemed to mock her.
Master? She'd become a pet. Would any master have children with a pet? She had lost her sight, her mouth was speechless, she had been toyed with by him, imprisoned by him, lost her dignity, and she would rather die.
She wants to escape from this man, and while he is away, she decides to end her life.
Elizabeth is imprisoned on all fours and has no sharp knives, how is she going to kill herself?
Something sharp? Elizabeth remembered Peter's fangs and subconsciously touched her canines and thin neck.
A flash of light came to her mind that chains were much harder than canine teeth.
Elizabeth viciously bit down on the chain, securing it with her teeth, and eight of her teeth fell out, filling her mouth with blood, while only shallow teeth marks were left on the chain.
The pain was like a million arrows piercing her heart, Elizabeth had tears in her eyes from the pain, and her hands trembled as she searched for the fallen canine teeth.
Elizabeth was filled with joy, she was almost there!
Elizabeth held the canine tooth in her hand, the sharp tip facing towards herself, and without hesitation, she stabbed it hard.
However Elizabeth's hands were unarmed, and even the fangs, as sharp as they were, couldn't pierce her arteries.
I won't give up, there has to be a way, Elizabeth cheered herself up as she held the canine fangs in her hand, darkly contemplating.
Suddenly, Elizabeth rolled over onto her stomach and propped her body up on her hands, placing the canine teeth near her soft stomach and using gravity to press down hard.
The sharp fangs pierced the soft stomach and blood slowly flowed out.
Elizabeth was ecstatic as she tried to repeat the trick and puncture her carotid artery.
Unfortunately, Peter returned.
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