Push past them and run downstairs

You summon what courage you have left and lunge forward, attempting to break through the semicircle of men. "Get out of my way!" you shout, your voice high and panicked.

Jake's reflexes prove faster than you anticipated. His arm shoots out, catching you around the waist. The contact sends a jolt of unwanted pleasure through your body, making you gasp involuntarily.

"Whoa there, sweetheart," he says, pulling you against his chest. "Where's the fire?"

You struggle against his grip, but your new body lacks the strength you once possessed. Your muscles feel different—designed for softness rather than power. Each movement causes your breasts to press against Jake's firm chest, sending more traitorous waves of pleasure through you.

"Let me go!" you demand, trying to sound authoritative despite your breathless voice.

Marcos steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch your hair. "So soft," he murmurs, twirling a strand around his finger. "Who are you? And why are you so **** to get away from us?"

"Maybe she's Daniel's secret girlfriend," Tyler suggests, his eyes fixed on your heaving chest. "Though I can't imagine why he'd keep someone like you secret."

You continue struggling, but Jake's grip only tightens. Worse, you feel something hard pressing against your stomach—his arousal growing more insistent by the second.

"I need to leave," you plead, changing tactics. "Please, it's important."

"Not until you tell us who you are," Jake insists, one hand sliding down to cup your ass through the tight jeans. The touch makes your pussy clench involuntarily, growing wetter despite your mental protests.

You try to twist away, but the movement only grinds your body against Jake's erection. He groans, his eyes darkening with lust. "God, you smell amazing," he whispers, lowering his face to your neck and inhaling deeply.

"We should check Daniel's room," Tyler suggests, though his gaze remains fixed on your body. "See if he's there."

"Good idea," Marcos agrees, moving to open your bedroom door. "Why don't we all go in?"

Jake begins walking you toward your bedroom, his arm still firmly around your waist. "You're coming with us, beautiful. If Daniel's hiding in there, I want to know why he's keeping you all to himself."

As they guide you toward your own bedroom, you feel the curse strengthening its hold. Your resistance is weakening with each passing second, your body responding to their touches despite your mind's **** objections. Your nipples strain painfully against your shirt, and the dampness between your legs has become impossible to ignore.

The worst part is that small, growing voice inside you—the one whispering how good it would feel to just give in, to let these strong men take what they so clearly want. The voice sounds almost like your own, but twisted, corrupted by the curse's influence.

Marcos pushes open your bedroom door, revealing the rumpled sheets where you awoke in your transformed state just an hour ago. The letter explaining the curse lies visible on your nightstand, and you pray none of them decide to read it.

"Looks like Daniel's not here," Tyler observes, stepping into the room. "But I'm starting to care less and less about where he is."

Jake guides you inside, kicking the door closed behind him. The sound of the latch clicking shut feels terrifyingly final.