After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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The Jack in Lana's system lent her courage. She leaped onto the large, wolf-man like a drunk spider monkey and pounded its face with her tiny fist. But the furry beast didn't let it stop him. Tears stung Raya's eyes as sharp fangs sliced and tore her delicate skin. She knew then, while in the mouth of the beast, that she was a goner.
"Run, Lana! Run!" she screamed. Tears flowed from her eyes.
Lana seemed to be annoying the monster more than hurting it, a fact that scared Raya even more than she was afraid for herself. Any minute, it might decide to let go of Raya and attack Lana, who -- though extremely brave -- was so pixie-ish she couldn't possibly hope to hold her own against a real live werewolf.
Knowing she had to help somehow, Raya grabbed the coarse hair on the thing's head with her free hand and kicked at its torso. It was like kicking a tree, doing more damage to her toes than anything else.
Lana kept punching Bruce's wolfy face. She pulled at one of his pointy dog-like ears and he thrashed about, growling. Both girls knew they couldn't hope to beat him up, but at least they could buy some time and put up enough of a ruckus so that help would come. Always make noise, they'd been taught. Battle cries filled the room. Raya smashed the bedside lamp on Wolf-Bruce's head.
At that moment, to everyone's surprise, a drunken Robby came crashing in through the door. He slurred, "Get the fuck off my ol' lady!" then stumbled to the floor, moaning at the pain that shot through his wrist when he attempt to catch himself.
The idiot didn't even see the nightmarish monster he was yelling at. All Robby knew, was that when he caught up with the sisters, they were walking into the hotel with the big muscled business guy. One who was undoubtedly appealing enough to threaten him when it came to Lana's fidelity. Sure, she said it was over, but he didn't actually believe it. People said that stuff every day and made up the next. Lana was his, by hell.
Snarling, Bruce turned to face Robby, flinging Lana off his back like a tiny mosquito, and shoving Raya hard. The girls flipped on the bed, tumbled to the floor, and crashed into the wall in a startled and shaken tangle.
Robby, inebriated and still looking at his throbbing wrist, felt something wet splatter on his face. Reflexively he started to wipe at the wetness, but before he knew what was going on, he was already snatched and being lifted by his beer-and-grass-stained shirt. His legs dangled pathetically as he looked up into the wild, pale-blue eyes of the growling, pissed-off monster.
Robby struggled, lashing about, trying to free himself even as Bruce's other clawed hand wrapped around Robby's neck, cutting off any noise. Bruce huffed a loud snort at Robby through his snout that made Robby's hair blow back. It was a snort that said, "you're screwed."
Bruce squeezed his grip so tight it crushed Robby's neck with disturbing ease, smiling a wolf's grin all the while, plainly enjoying the feel of Robby's body going limp in his grasp.
