I wanted to protest. She was still hungry, but I was afraid that if I stopped her she'd attack. But the feeding was beginning to affect me. I felt strangely light and heavy at the same time, as if I could float through the air despite limbs that felt like lead weights were tied to them.
"Make her stop," Tony insisted.
I was alarmed at the feral look on Monica's face. "Monica!"
Monica paused in her feeding.
"Enough," I said.
She ignored me!
A sense of self-preservation flared up in me. "Enough!" I growled.
Slowly Monica released my wrist, and Tony moved off of her.
I wanted to hold her in my arms and rock her and kiss her, but I was forced to command her as if she was some zombie ghoul!
Tony stepped away from the bed. "You're her Master," he said, meaning that I needed to act like
