"Help! Help me! Please!"

lease... ease... ase...

My words echo pointlessly off the walls of this interview room-turned-dungeon. Oliver Dyne stares right at me with his hungry eyes. Gone was the charismatic lover that I actually relished in satisfying.

Now, the only thing I find in his eyes is hunger. Raw hunger for me.

What do I care whether he wants to eat me or screw me again. Either way, if he touches me with those razor-sharp claws on his hairy paws, I probably won't make it out of here alive.

"Rargh!"

I scream and crumple into a tighter ball on the far side of the cage he threw me in. Watching with fearful eyes, I shiver as he throws himself at the cage, rattling it so damn loudly he shakes my faith in its structural integrity.

"Somebody! Please! Help!" My throat grows hoarse screaming the same desperate tired words over and over again. If I find out this room is soundproof later I will probably kill somebody for rendering my efforts futile.

"Eeeek!" I squeal without realizing.

He reaches between the bars and into the cage, clawing crudely in my direction. I instantly inch so far away from him the cage bars are making imprints on my bare back. As if I'm dumb enough to give him a limb to grab!

My eyes widen at the realization that I've chanced upon something hard and elongated in my hands. I grasp it and pull it out of the hay in the cage next to me. It's a black truncheon, the kind some police forces use to serve a side dish of brutality during arrests.

It's probably also the kind that is used to discipline a sub; though such thoughts should be the least of my concerns right now.

A worried sigh of relief escapes me as I tighten my sweaty grip on its black ergonomic handle. Somehow, I feel slightly safer with it around. It may not save me from this beast, but at least it's still better than fighting him with my bare hands.

The only question is, will I choose to die a slow death wasting away in this cage, or will I risk being torn apart by making a break for the door?

Oliver the sudden, savage werewolf makes that decision for me.

With one powerful motion he pulls the bars of the wrought iron cage apart, making a gap just wide enough for half his body to reach in and grab me.