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Hi,

welcome to part two of the continuation. General structure info in #2.1, in the rare case, that you started here. As I already mentioned there, this part deviates quite a bit in it's content, taking a more extreme turn, though I keep it a little more moderate than the original piece. So in case, you're just interested in the story, this section isn't insignificant, but it's most certainly not world-shaking either. Anyway, see for youself and enjoy.

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Sarah clumped up the stairs, while every step she took alone felt like just another betrayal. History repeated itself one again, another one gone, another trophy hunter on the list. "I have a life to live," she scoffed in a strange imitation of his voice and for a brief moment, she considered the possibility, that she might be wrong, but she had thought that before and clenching onto a failing hope just meant unnecessary pain. With a grunt she pushed her door open, dropped her stuff on the floor and slammed it back into the frame. Her neighbours probably weren't happy about it, but there were more important things right now. Sarah needed alcohol; immediately. 'Wait a second,' she suddenly thought and looked back at the entrance, 'Haven't I locked the door, when I left?' The wolf stepped closer, examining the lock for any damage, but failed to find any. She was just about to blame it onto her fertile imagination, when she noticed the quiet steps behind her. Before she could react, a strong arm pulled her back, cutting off her panicked breaths, while a rough paw muffled her startled scream. Sarah fought hard against the attacker, hitting and scratching everything in reach, but some leathery material left her attempts fruitless, while red and yellow stars danced a spiteful dance in her darkening vision. The lack of oxygen slowly but surely drained her, the desperate struggle only worsening her situation. Eventually there was nothing left to do, nothing left to fight with, only the omnipresent darkness and a well known laugh.

Sarah woke up, disoriented, confused. She needed a moment to realise, that her eyes were open. Another moment later, a bit more consciousness regained, she felt the cloth over her eyes, the pressure of it stretching all the way around to the back of her head. Similar sensations emerged from her neck and when she fumbled for it, she surprisingly felt some sort of collar. At least her hands were free, so she reached up to untie the blindfold. A sudden pain around her neck stopped her effort, a ring of fire, that clasped her throat, burnt into her fur, and drove spikes deeper and deeper into her skull while electricity buzzed menacingly. Out of sheer panic, she tore on the shackle, looked for a weak spot, anything to get it off her, but the rigid material refused to give in. But as suddenly as it came, the collar stopped again. 'Maybe it had lost power,' she thought relieved and reached up again as Miles cold voice interrupted her, "Are you kidding me? How stupid are you? I just shocked you for exactly that and you still wanna try it? But if you insist..." The buzzing fired up again. She would have screamed in agony, if there was any breath to scream with. Finally Miles switched it off again. She could vividly imagine his sly grin lying on her right now. No chance this was another nightmare, but this also meant, that there was no nasty alarm clock rescuing her, nothing to stop him. "You might have noticed," her captor started explaining in a terrifyingly placid manner, "how precarious your current situation is, Sarah. I genuinely regret, how our first meeting went and so I decided to improve a bit on the format. So you hopefully understand, that I had to take a few... convincing measurements to keep you on track as you usually tend to be a pesky, little girl always looking for a fight. So... Why don't we both behave and start with an incipient conversation, before moving on to more... corporal activities? I wouldn't recommend you resisting by the way, unless you are a more resilient masochist than I thought." Her lack of a reply, besides occasional whimpers and trembles seemed to be enough agreement for him. "Starting with the first question: Where is your friend? Why did he leave you alone?" "Leave him out of this please!" Sarah cried, much to Miles amusement. "Shhht. Sh-sh-sh. Just the question." Another moment without a real answer passed. "Lemme guess... You left him. No? Close but not quite..." Miles paused for a moment, probably took his time to watch her, "_He_left you, but you blame yourself, right?" Sarah wouldn't respond. As right as he was, she would definitely not give in that easily., though her body decided differently. A painful sting ran through her body, anger about the cruelty of fate, desperation over her own situation, until the tears she had managed to hold back started flowing again. As much as they meant a relieve, they also posed an indisputable sign of her weakness once again, the hate on herself only worsening her situation. She hadn't noticed him approaching, just felt him carefully loosening the cloth on her face. "Hey there, sunshine," he smiled and soothingly groped her neck, "feels better, right? I can't quite take my little toy off, but we'll get there, don't you worry. Moving on." Sarah blinked a few times, while the Finnish Spitz mix took a seat in front of her again, rolling a small remote between his fingers, but she didn't dare to look up. "Why? Why did he leave you?" The wolfess considered her options for a moment, but a suggestive wink with the device from him finally convinced her to play along. "I don't know, I-" "Oh yes you do. Come on, tell me." "He did not really leave me, he... but he will. I know it." "Why?" Sarah gave him a desperate look, but saw a strange frigidity in his look. Unlike his voice, there was no kindness. All of it was nothing but a deceptive act. "I was right, wasn't I?" Now he no longer bothered to play, "He was all you could've hoped for, but you proud little thing were too much for him." He laughed at her a heartless and disgusting sound. Sarah turned away, but he took her chin and forced her back. "Hey, it's alright. You messed up, but that's why I'm here. In exchange for a teeny-weeny favour I will fix you for good," Miles claw traced her throat, ran down her collarbone and slowly made its way further down. Sarah could feel the sharp tip on her breast, her belly, until it reached her crotch. She wanted to fend him off, but Miles just chuckled. A short, reminding shock was enough to keep her still again. "Good girl. Now that's that out of the way, will you behave this time, now that you've seen where your stubbornness leads, or will you choose to fight once again? It would be a pleasure to teach you anew." Sarah had closed her eyes, but she could feel his greedy fingers through the garments, grinding and pressing between her legs. "Do you want me? Should I fuck my cute, little beast silly for her to learn her lesson?" Stars exploded in front of her eyes, when the collar burned her again. "Answer my question!" he yelled and kicked her off the chair. His boot on her neck cut off even the last bit of air making its way through the terrific spasms. "Yes!" she eventually cried, more a panicked gargling, but at least he let go. "Great idea. I-" the door bell interrupted him. "Half past eleven, what a timing. You can start undressing already, I'll deal with them." Miles stepped over the gasping wolf and headed for the door.

No one opened. Was she already asleep? Sam had just reached his flat, when he had changed his mind. Feeling awful about his decision, he had wrecked his brain over the possibilities throughout the whole ride home and eventually his heart had won. An hour late at work was nothing against losing someone as important. For some reason his rejection seemed to have hurt her more than usually expected and he was more than willing to find out why. But now, she didn't answer the door. He had just turned away, when he heard the lock click, but the figure standing in the frame definitely wasn't Sarah. Instead a sporty, sand coloured dog filled the entrance and gave him a condescending look. "What is it?" the stranger snapped. "Can I talk to Sarah? It's really important." "At this time of day? Piss off. We're busy." Sam stayed silent for the moment, thinking what might have caused such a harsh rebuff, but something felt off. "No, I won't. Who are you anyway?" "That's not important right now. Now leave, lover boy, she's done with you." The other one attempted to close the door, but Sam put his boot between blade and frame. "I'm afraid, this is your fault then," the stranger snarled and lunged at him. Sam parried the impact instinctively. A short kick to the knee and a slight push were enough to ruin the remaining rest of his opponents balance, sending him to the ground and towards the stairs rather ruggedly. Sam didn't want to hurt, him, but the other ones reactions, the fact that Sarah had not shown up so far and that he still wore his muddy shoes. Any normal visitor would have taken them off as soon as they had entered. So he stepped through the, now unguarded, frame. "Sarah?" the terrier called. After a nerve-wrecking second, the long awaited reply came from the room next door, an unintelligible call, but it was definitely her. When he saw her lying on the floor, realised her terrible condition, he rushed to her side and knelt down, but her haunting stare made him turn around again. "I must admit, I underestimated you," the intruder growled menacingly, "but now let's play for real. The good old traditions. Can you feel it? The primal instinct? Two males, a duel to death for a potential mate." "What the hell are you talking about? You-" He couldn't finish his sentence as a fist came flying for his snout. Now the five years in a local martial arts class paid off. He had lost interest years ago, but the basics still stuck to his mind. On the other hand, his training partners had never been that violent nor dangerous. They exchanged hit after hit, counter after counter. His enemy was sloppy, carefree even, but the raging anger he fought with was more than enough to make up for it. Out of training as he was, Sam's arms grew heavy soon, his breathing became laboured and while the other one most certainly had issues, too, they weren't nearly as severe. Eventually forced into defence, the slightly smaller canine took far more than he could give and after a pretty nasty one, he fell in his back, pinned into place by his enemy while attacks hammered on every unprotected spot, requiring all his dwindling consciousness to fend at least some of them off. He felt his life drain from the countless cuts and bruises covering his body now, and he actually thought about giving up and letting go of the pain and trouble. It would be so much easier at least. A disgusting sound of breaking bones suddenly pierced through the dimly remainders of his hearing and he half expected the whole story to take an abrupt end, but oddly the impacts stopped. Another crack broke through the silence and he noticed the weight on top of him shift, before his vision went dark.

Sarah had watched the scene with terror as the two collided, feeling thrown back right into her nightmares. Unable to move her inhibited limbs, she noticed the change in their movements as the mangled, bleeding coil eventually collapsed on the floor, Miles on top and Sam trapped underneath him. With an incredible effort she finally had managed to get up and reach for one of the cast-iron pokers from her fireplace. She wouldn't let this monster hurt him, not any more. Despite her imprecise attempt, it hit the right one in the side. The sound of his breaking ribs sent a chill down her spine, but nonetheless she tried again, this time hitting the head, this fucking insolent smile. The bastard fell to the ground, trembled for a moment, then stopped moving, and it was a bliss to see the sheer amount of injuries he had taken. She honestly didn't care whether he was alive any more, but he wasn't the only one in danger. With growing worries, Sarah knelt down to examine Samuel. Was it too late? After a painful moment, she finally found a weak, yet steady heart-beat and when the paramedics took all three of them to hospital only minutes later, they reassured her, that Sam would make it.

Being free to leave soon after, she insisted to wait until Sam woke up. She had lied to gain access to his room, claiming to be his girlfriend, but it seemed close enough to the truth by now and because Sarah hadn't noticed how tired she was and the following hours passed without her notice. When she suddenly woke up from a cough next to her, she raised her head from the bedside and saw his questioning look on her, "Is every of haven's angels as intrusive?" "This one at least," she replied distractedly when she noticed her hand clenching around his, "How are you?" "Could be worse, but they've probably drugged me up a bit, so I might be not of sound mind right now." Although he kept up his cute, carefree mood, Sarah felt terribly responsible. Words failed her, so she simply leaned in, planted a short kiss on his swollen cheek, and embraced him as far as his position allowed for. "If only I-" "Don't. You obviously owe me an explanation for this later, but nothing more." Another wave of coughs shook his body, before he was able to continue, "if I wanted, I even could blame myself for what happened to you for rejecting your offer so thoughtlessly," he signalled her to wait with her protest, "but I don't care, who's fault it is. I seem to be alive and that's what counts. Wounds heal." Sam gently pushed her back a little to look her in the eyes. "Hey Sarah, smile for a moment. You look more depressing than I am." "I'm sorry," she chuckled, but her smile didn't last long. After a moment of silence, the door opened and a staff member, probably a doctor, appeared, "Hi. Ms. Whitaker? could you please give me a second with my patient?" "Why can't I stay, I mean... if it's ok for you..." she gave Sam a questioning look, but the doctor refused. She wanted to protest, but eventually had to give in. It took bloody ages and when the doctor finally left, she looked oddly discontent and judging by the way she avoided Sarah, she seemed to blame the impatient wolfess for it, but before Sarah could find out why, she was already gone. Just as Sarah wanted to enter again, Sam came stumbling out, too, a certain amusement covering his face. He had already switched the hospital wear against his own, still painted one as the replacement he had worn served no real purpose any more, missing quite a few pieces. "Shall we?" he asked under pain, but she held him back, "Don't they keep you over night?" The terrier smiled archly and Sarah had the bad feeling, that he had just taken yet another risk for her. "They can't do much anyway, besides telling me in the most complicated way possible, that I will be alright. After a few days of rest at least."