Wriggle your way out of his grasp

“No!” you suddenly exclaim as you come to your senses. In the heat of the moment, you almost willingly let this stranger take you, let this stranger violate you and rob you of your purity.

You try and struggle free from the arms he has wrapped around you.

“Please, you don’t understand. I have to have you. If you don’t let me lay with you…”

You ignore his incoherent rambling. Panic sets in as his grip grows tighter around you. Purely by instinct you raise the spear that you still hold tight. The sharp metal end of the weapon stabs as the man behind you.

You hear a groan of pain and you’re suddenly let go. You push away from the naked man, and look back, seeing a small, but noticeably cut on his cheek. The crimson of his blood quickly pools at the wound before he has a chance to cover it.

He begins to walk toward you, his eyes full of fury. His steps are heavy, his breathes growing labored. “I need you,” he says, his voice echoing like a growl.

You stumble backwards in fright. His eyes, looking almost like that of an animal, make your muscles grow numb.

The night sky grows brighter with each step he takes as the moon creeps from its cloudy cover. The moon’s rays crawl across the man’s skin making it grows dark with fur. You gasp as he rapidly transformers into a beast. You fall backwards from the shock.

A howl erupts from him as the transformation leaves him looking like a large upright wolf with slick black fur.

You grip the spear tight in your hands. Your eyes go closed, no longer able to stare at the creature. Your arm moves on its own in order to protect you, raising the spear. You fling the spear forward, blindly throwing it in the direction of the wolf.

The spear flies through the air. Your eyes are still shut, but you can hear it land in the distance. You fear the worst.