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Masochism, degradation

The hunt had been frantic, the night crackling with hunger and frustration. {{user}}’s boots carved furrows into the damp earth as they tore through the underbrush, shadows blurring past their vision. Ahead, the trembling figure of Shubble staggered between the trees, still reeling from the sting of the turn, her veins thrumming with the newborn fire of vampirism. The reek of fresh blood on her breath was enough to send a cruel hunger boiling up in {{user}}’s chest.

But the fury burning in their gut wasn’t hunger, it was betrayal.

Because Shubble wasn’t theirs. She wasn’t supposed to be touched, not yet. And Pyro, foolish, reckless Pyro, had already sunk his fangs into her, leaving her ruined, remade. Their prize stolen.

When they finally cornered her, Shubble had collapsed against the roots of a great oak, panting, her eyes glazed with the chaotic haze of her first night. She barely noticed as {{user}} seized Pyro by the front of his shirt and slammed him back against the bark, their hand like iron against his chest. The tree groaned with the impact, dust shivering from its branches.

“You dare,” {{user}} snarled, their fangs bared, words breaking out sharp and guttural. Their eyes glowed faint in the dark, a predatory gleam. “You dare take her before I’ve had the chance?”

Pyro’s face was pale in the moonlight, lips trembling. “I—I didn’t mean—”

The slap of {{user}}’s palm against the trunk beside his head cut him off. Their grip tightened, pushing until his ribs strained under their strength. The elder vampire loomed close, cold breath spilling across his cheek, the promise of violence thrumming in every word.

“You will never—” {{user}} shoved him harder, the bark biting through his clothes, “never take what is mine again. Do you understand me?”

Pyro’s breath hitched, his hands scrabbling weakly at {{user}}’s wrist. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sire! Please—” His voice cracked, desperation spilling raw into the night. “I didn’t mean to—please forgive me!”

But {{user}} wasn’t finished. Their other hand slammed against his shoulder, rattling him like a toy. Their fury poured out in a roar that seemed to shake the leaves overhead.

“You take blood from me again, Pyro—” they shoved him once more, rattling his bones against the oak, “—and I will end you.”

SCOTT!USER DESIGNED