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You Cant Tame Me (Russian_vodka x Tabitha-Deveraux)

Frederik watched her move to sit, being with her instantly as he helped her into the chair like a gentleman, moving to sit across the table at the other chair. He was still showing determination and dominance as he sat down, picking up the silverware, holding it perfectly as he showed her. "Like this." He said, gesturing after a bit for her to try it herself. He was going to make sure that she wouldn't forget how kind he could be when she did as he said.

After a bit, he begun eating, looking at her meanwhile as he had also brought a bottle of water and two plastic glasses. He wasn't going to risk her ruining it again, the plates being plastic too as he ate silently, not seeming to notice that she had been ashamed, but more showing that if she was willing to do as he said, he was willing to give her what she wanted, her freedom. Though he was keeping his cards close, never letting her realise that she wouldn't be free from him at any given moment.
 
Staring down at her food, almost salivating at the smell and the idea of eating, she still kept her hands off the table. One too many times had she been hit for trying to be at a humans level. She was the kind of animal that didnt perform untill she practiced. She studied his hands as he ate watching how he ate and how he used his hands to eat.

"Thank yous-"

She said. She had also heard those words many times when people meeted and greeted each other. it seemed like a term of endearment or kindness and she didnt know much else. But she still, never met his eyes. Her long hair at this point hadnt been cut in over two weeks, and since it grew so fast, it was already pooled on the ground. It was silky, and many times since she had been at the palace she had spent time trying to run her fingers through to get it untangled, but to no avail.
 
Seeing her studying him, he couldn't help but blush lightly. It almost seemed so odd that she wasn't going to eat with him thath e actually stopped, just looking back at her. He then put down his fork and knife. "Eat." He told her, gesturing for her food before he suddenly realised what it was. He put the silverware aside. "If you won't eat like me, I will eat like you." He told her, nodding as he begun using his hands this time.

He was pleased with her thanking him for this, though he didn't punish her as he ate with his fingers, still using his napkin to wipe off anything that he felt was needed. And then he noticed her hair, the long beautiful hair going towards the ground as he nodded a bit thoughtfully. "Would you like for me to arrange a hair stylist? So you can get that beautiful hair to show that you really aren't such a bad creature." He suggested, giving her a friendly smile.
 
Making a small whimper low in her throat she watched as he mocked the way she ate. Or at least thats what she saw when he started to eat with his fingers. Further ashamed, she looked down at her fork and knife and held them awkwardly. Stabbing the food with her knife and trying to cut with her fork, she quickly tried to change her strategy. Trying and trying again, she was like a baby trying to learn how to eat, she only successfully got food all over the table and only ate some of what was left.

Folding her ears down and looking at his side of the plate and then hers, she realized just how bad she looked, she really was what the humans called her. When he started speaking words she didnt understand, she followed his line of vision to see that he was commenting on her hair. Touching her hair gently, she didnt understand what he meant. She didnt want her hair sheared off again, she liked her hair long. She was taken to the groomer once and she about had a heart attack when they tired to shave her excess hair off, let alone use the blow dryer on her. She didnt like it as a dog, and she probably wouldnt like it as a human. But what she definently loved, was to be brushed. The feel of the brush through her hair, after of course all of the knots and mats had been pulled out.
 
Stopping as he noticed her eating with the silverware, he looked up, stopping and wiping his fingers clean. He let his hands forward, gently stopping her. Though he noticed her seeming to sadden when mentioning her hair as he smiled, looking into her eyes. "Do you like it when it's smooth?" He asked, standing from the chair and moving around, letting his hand run down over her hair, gently feeling how soft it was. He gasped softly, smiling as he turned her head right after.

"Listen, I know you understand some of what I say." He begun, keeping eye contact as he made sure to be kneeling next to her, letting her be somewhat above him in height as he continued. "And if you want to be free, I will only ask that you will submit to me, be mine. I will let you walk in return of you coming back to me and wearing my collar. I promise it will never shock or hurt you." He informed her, hoping she would understand all of his words.
 
Kneeling down next to her was a HUGE mistake. For dogs, a sign of submission was to lower their head below the dominent one. She heard his words and understood them well enough to know that he wanted her to submit to him. Her comeplete demeanor changed suddenly. She was tense, her ears were perked up, and her eyes suddenly extreamly focused on him. A warning growl rumbled deep in her throat as she warned him not to push her. All wild animals desired freedom...it was only a matter of time before she would get it.

She was about to attack when someone knocked on the door. And as quickly as that demeanor came...it suddenly went. She knew the door had to be opened and that would be a way she could get out.
 
Hearing the growl, he readied himself. If she wanted to attack him, he would have to subdue her, luckily, she wasn't as dangerous in a human form as he then heard the knocking on the door. He sighed as he got up, giving her a gentle scratch behind her ear as a thanking for calming again as he went to the door. "What is it?" He asked in a calm voice, hiding the frustration over being interupted in his work with his future friend. He hated when people interupted his work, especially if they didn't have a proper reason in doing so.
 
Whilst she knew he was distracted, she moved with profound quietness as she suddenly pulled the door open from his grasp and slipped out into the hall. Running down the hall she heard loud echos of shouts that she ignored. Finding an outside door to a garden she ran out in hopes this meant her freedom. But she met a cold grey solid stone wall that she couldnt get over. Jumping and scratching at it she paniced fraticallly.

This couldnt be it, she had finally gotten out and she couldnt make it over the wall. She could smell the wind as it brushed her hair...she could almost feel freedom under her feet...if only she could jump just high enough....
 
Being unable to stop her, he watched her run off. This reminded him why he had to take measures that were different, he sighed calmly as he moved after her. His pace was fast, long strides as he knew she would search for her freedom. He was heading for the garden, noticing her by the wall, trying to jump over it and scratch at it. He held his hand out, stopping the guards from entering the garden with him. Telling them in a calm tone to stand back and let him out alone, he begun moving towards her.

He stopped a bit behind her, letting a loud sigh out, showing that he was disappointed with her. Not angry, no, that would be too simple as he moved in behind her, his hand moving to the top of her head, his fingers gently caressing along her hair down to behind her ear, scratching her gently. "There's no way out." He told her, letting her know she was stuck for as long as he willed it. "Relax, don't waste your breath." He added softly, hoping to calm her down as he looked into the tall wall.
 
She whimpered and cried out at the wall as she fell to her knees in realization...She would never escape. Standing up, her ears folded back as she walked past him back to the doors. Opening them, the soldiers stepped back as they watched with awe as she walked back to the room and closed the door. They werent sure what was said or done to make her change, looking back at him they asked.

"what happend?"

In all truth of the matter, she had given up, submitted. She no longer had any desire at all. Laying down in a corner of the room with her back to the room, she pulled the blanket over her and just stared at the wall. All her hopes and dreams of freedom were gone and she was broken. She was left empty and had nothing to fill her heart up with.
 
Letting her walk back, he knew he had broken her. Finally he had gotten what he wanted, though it came quicker than he had expected. He felt his hands curl into fists, making him growl loudly in his throat. He turned around, his long strides heading after her, passing the soldiers without a word. If only eyes could kill, he would've murdered all the guards in cold blood. He was furious, she had just left him without a word, without any emotion.

He moved to his room, picking out the small box in the back of his closet before he went down to her room. He opened the door, almost brutally as he stormed inside, not bothering with closing it behind him as he pulled the blanket off her, turning her towards him and letting his arm lash around her, holding her against him. "Talk to me." He almost commanded her, though not letting go and ignoring whatever damage she might inflict to him. "Tell me what I'm doing wrong so I can tame you instead of this." He begged that of her for once, turning the situation around, he wanted to tame her, but breaking her was going too far.
 
She didnt fight this time, she lay limp in his arms. Her eyes just stared off as if all soul had left her. She didnt even jump when he stormed in. Not a single reaction came from her. Slowly moving to sit infront of him, she hung her head in submission to him. Her hand reached up to her chest and clenched her hand at her heart. Her saddend eyes finally looked up at him, it was as if she was crumbling infront of him. Suddenly, her form turned into a dog in the midst of passing out. Her body and mind broke under everything that had happend to her over the past couple of weeks.
 
Holding her, he watched her submit, giving up to him. He was shocked by that as he felt his heart drop, the need for her to fight him was what drove him on to fight for her sake. To tame her. He saw her turning back into a dog as he pulled her into his lap, softly stroking her body, scratching her gently. "I'm sorry." He whispered to her, tears forming in his eyes and running out onto his cheeks. He had gone too far, he had restricted her when it wasn't good. He suddenly regretted punishing her for pushing him away, forcing her into even more closure.
 
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