A ferocious growl explodes from my mouth as I desperately free myself from Captain Haile’s grip. Furs start to blanket my arms while canines and claws also start to stick out of my gums and my fingers successfully. Only when Captain Haile notices my slow transformation does he stop his mouth from sucking my n.ipples and his hands from massaging my b.reasts and gripping my wrists. He pulls away from me with perplexity painted all over his face.
“Marguerite, you’re mad?” he asks.
He doesn’t receive an actual response from me. Fortunately, he takes my continuous growl as the answer he’s looking for.
“But why?” he presses on. “I can sense it’s not just because of our current situation. There’s an even deeper and bigger reason, right? Tell me, what is it? Tell me why I can’t touch you now t
