"I'm s-s-sorry, Alpha," they sob thickly, only apologizing to this awful man because they know they have to. Miles gets off on frightening them anyway, even if it means they end up cutting their duties short, pulling away to protect themself and the baby. If he gets to punish them about it, to hurt and frighten them more, they can't imagine he's actually too upset about it. Even the hairline cut to their throat, the mildest of punishments, hurts so bad. They know he can do so much worse. They're terrified of this man.

Shuddering with fear as they feel the knife playfully tracing lines down the length of their body, Kurt only hesitates for a moment before moving to obey. Pale, shaky hands find the remaining buttons holding their dress closed. They don't even take the time to brush the long shorn strands of their hair out of the way, carelessly discarded all over them, their lap, the floor. They just quickly undo the buttons, scared of what he'll do if they take too long.

While not being as well-fed here as they had been with Corrigan's pack, it really only shows in how gaunt their face has become, the hollowing of their cheeks, and their ribs peeking through along their back. Their chest remains full and soft as they shrug their dress off, pert and pink and swollen and only barely bigger than Miles' greedy, groping hands. This is how he wants them, isn't it? Terrified, humiliated, weeping and bleeding and subservient to his every cruel whim.