Nick manhandles you.

Do? To a feisty but fragile, pretty little thing like that?

What would the Count not do?

Nick removed his belt and slipped behind the transformed professor. Roughly, Nick roughly pulled Teague’s hands behind his back.

You feel rage fueling your body, rage keeping your mind focused, ignoring for now all the… strangeness you’re feeling. The softness. The wrongness. You pick yourself back up after your fall, ready for a fight. You’re not surprised that you tripped – of course you’re uncoordinated in this body. It only makes sense. But that won’t keep you from the wringing the neck of your former student until he –

“Ow!” you shout as you feel your arms wrenched behind you. You feel leather straps being wrapped around your wrists and you fight down a jolt of panic.

“Get your hands off me!” you screech as you gather the strength to break free.

“You’re much too weak to fight me off, my dear. Or haven’t you noticed?”

Suddenly it’s like all the strength in your body leaves it, and you flail your legs helplessly as Nick flings you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs like a sack of potatoes.

“Let me go! When I get through with you, Parker I’ll - !”

“You’re shouting because you’re scared,” replies Nick in a cold whisper that sends a chill down your spine. “You’re terrified. Because you’re beginning to realize the situation you’re in.”

“I –“ you start, then stop, Swallow hard.

“You’re a woman,” he says.

The fear begins to bubble upward.

“Naked.”

You begin to breathe faster, your eyes rolling in their sockets.

“Restrained.”

A small mewl escapes your lips. You’re trembling as Nick kicks open the door to your bedroom and flings you on it.

You shout but there’s no anger in it now, just desperation and fear. You land on your side and quickly twist around so that you can face him.

Nick looms above you, larger than life, a sick smile on his face.

“All alone with a man that loathes you.”

You bite your lip hard. No. No this can’t be happening. You desperately fight back against the urge to wail.

You’ve never felt so terrified in your life.

“So tell me… Myles. Are you feeling like a brave alpha male? Or… like a ****, frightened little girl?”