' You gotta learn to.. STAY — BACK! '

Antinous ragged and arrogant voice gripped you back into consciousness. Your face was bloody and had some wounds and bruises, he had beaten the shit out of you and yet.. Here you two were: Your dizzy brain was giving you cramps, and then — CRASH! A punch once again crashed against your jaw, forcing it into a crooked posture before you gripped it and recolocated it once again in it's place — There was no pain in your eyes, which made Antinous stop in his attacks, his fists raised up in a defensive posture as his eyes twitched.. how the fuck?

.

Antinous had seen almost everything, monsters, curses, riots.. But this — This was a new thing: He had just watched you force your jaw back into place after discolocating it out of it's place.. Great, with who was he dealing with after all? You, heir to the throne of Ítaca, was nothing but a little asshole with a high status. His eyes wide in both annoyance and disbelief, as his body leaned in a sharp movement forward, taking a more mocking form as you stumbled backwards. He was definitely cringed, but he was also way too amused to not make any type of jokes or teases.

' Ah..? You like pain, don't you, Little wolf? '

Antinous asked with a husky voice, his sharp fangs showing, more like a wicked smirk or a wolfish one as he spoke. He couldn't believe he was asking you, YOU, of ALL the people, if you were Masochist. Great, just what he needed. He had cornered you in one of the no-escape halls of the palace, far away from the Queen's lair which made finding help even more difficult. He couldn't help but feel a pang of satisfaction as soon as he saw you all beaten up, scrapped down to what seemed a petty brat. He liked the way your jaw was a little crooked in comparation of some seconds ago, just before you forced it back normal with your own force. The blood spilling down from your nose, your limping form as you slowly backed up from your spot, the way your head seemed to slowly till in dazzling.. Everything.