Troy?

Troy let out a moan as he began to awaken. He felt weak and tired as he opened his eyes, seeing he was in Darcy's bedroom. He didn't see Darcy or the other woman who was there, and the last thing he remembered was an amazing orgasm before he collapsed.

"Darcy?" He said, his voice weak as he felt a burning on his chest.

He looked down and saw a strange mark on his right peck of a symbol he didn't recognize, but he also soon discovered that his wrists were tied to the headboard. He struggled to get loose, but he couldn't, and he was starting to wonder what was going on. Who was that woman, and what happened to his girlfriend?

"Darcy?" He called out to no answer as he also realized he was naked under the covers. "Shit, what the Hell is going on? Why did she tie me...... wait," he said looking at one of the wooden poles that had a crack in it. "Maybe, If I......" he said as he started to pull, using what little strength he had until he heard the wood break. "Yes," he said before he untied his other wrist.

As he stood up he felt dizzy and fell to his knees. He was weaker than he thought but struggled the best he could to get to his feet. His pants, shoes, and underwear were on the floor where she had pulled them off of him, so she grabbed them and got dressed. The mark on his chest felt strange and almost burned a little, but he couldn't worry about that now as he wanted to find Darcy and figure out what was going on.

"Shit, where's my phone?" He said before he saw it over by the door. He went to call Darcy until he glanced over into the kitchen and saw hers, still broken on the floor. "Dammit, where the Hell are you?" He said to himself with worry in his voice.

He looked around, finding his shirt and his keys before heading to the door. He glanced back once more, thinking about everything that had happened since he got that panicked phone call from her. He remembered her black eyes, then how she transformed in front of him. He thought about the other woman too and knew she must be behind all of this

He was worried and was trying not to panic as he felt the box that was still in his right pocket. "Shit, Darcy," he said as he pulled out the small box with the engagement ring he had bought still inside. He had planned to propose to her at the museum but he decided that wasn't the best idea after he had cum in his pants. "I'll fix this, Darcy, I promise," he said before putting the ring back in his pocket and heading to the garage.