He’s A Werewolf
1219 Words
My consciousness began to gather.
My body felt heavy.
I opened my eyes and saw another figure on the bed. He looked down at me and smiled.
“You’re mine, Stefani,” he whispered.
His voice was low, but it sent shivers down my spine.
He… was the man from last night?
Didn’t I meet a… hairy figure last night?
So where did that figure go?
Or was it this Master who saved me from that hairy figure?
It hurt…
I glanced at my shoulder; there was a claw wound, from a sharp object that had injured me.
My breath was caught on my throat, but I didn’t dare speak.
“S… Sir…”
The man sat down, showering me with bills as I was laying on the bed.
He stood, naked, and full of confident.
“I guarantee that by this afternoon you will be a famous model in this country, and your face will be plastered on paid advertisements all over the city.”
His words were a thunderous, raspy voice, but I could sense the confidence emanating from the figure before me.
He dictated.
He manipulated.
He emphasized.
He provided a sense of security and certainty.
To the point where I couldn’t help but understand and obey what he said.
I watched as the man, probably not much older than my father, entered the bathroom.
I paused, remembering.
How did we make love last night?
How did it feel?
Finally, I hurried to check the white sheets, then let out a grunt of annoyance.
Blood…
I clutched the blood stains on the sheets. I quickly covered them with whatever I could, grabbed my bag, and wiped them repeatedly with wet wipes to make them disappear.
Damn it!
Was he laughing at me?
I even fainted during s*x, and I … was still a virgin.
It was embarrassing.
“You don’t shower?” he asked.
He looked relaxed, like he was used to it.
Or maybe he treated me like an old acquaintance, while I was still very awkward.
“Forgive me, sir. Last night I… fainted.” I told him how I felt.
He smiled.
“For a virgin like you, I suppose it’s all normal. But…” he paused. “Don’t you remember anything from last night?”
Flashes of the horrific incident came to me. How that giant, hairy figure with glowing red eyes attacked me until I passed out.
But I didn’t want to let him know my anxiety. I had to be able to take care of myself, and tell him everything was okay, because….
I needed him.
I wanted to be a world-class model, and he was the only trump card I had.
“No, I don’t remember anything.”
I stood up, trying to be confident without these clothes.
But strangely, my body felt increasingly crushed by my consciousness, and the pain between my legs was so intense I couldn’t walk.
What did he do to me last night?
I tried to smile.
I forced my way to the bathroom.
I frowned when I realized I was bleeding again. What was going on?
And as I turned on the shower, I stared at my reflection in the mirror again. The bruises, scratches, and cuts all over my body were real.
My body suddenly shook so violently. I finally looked down when I saw a clump of fine hair falling from my body. What kind of hair was this? Was this the hair of… the figure from last night?
I covered my mouth with both hands, screaming in terror, alone in the bathroom.
So, who did I make love to last night? Who was I with?
But where was that hairy figure? Then how did it switch with Mr. Khill? What was the connection between the two?
This was the craziest thing!
After I finished showering, I went out.
And thankfully, everything was quiet.
I noticed that among all the scattered cash, there was a beautiful bright red dress, a pair of expensive heels, a diamond jewelry set, and a gorgeous bag with a fantastic price tag.
So, where might Mr. Khill be?
“Excuse me, Miss. Mr. Khill has a meeting this morning that cannot be postponed. So please change, and I will take you to sign the contract.”
“Sign the contract?” I asked.
Honestly, I felt incredibly relieved.
Mr. Khill not being here was a blessing. At least I could freely change my clothes and relax a bit.
“Sign the agency contract. From now on, you’re under Mr. Khill’s agency, and starting tonight, you’ll be doing a variety of jobs. Congratulations, you’re now a famous model in this country.”
I was silent, almost in disbelief. I was going to be a famous model?
I didn’t even know when, or what job did I do that made me reach this level.
Mr. Khill’s maid turned on the TV, and I was shocked to see my face on it, with a truly extraordinary hot line.
A new model with a thousand talents. A sexy and beautiful new model, and so on.
Was that me? I felt like I was dreaming.
But the smile on my face wasn't filled with doubt. I tried to calm myself, even squeezing my hands tightly.
"There's medicine for your wound on the nightstand. Rub the ointment all over your wound. Trust me, it will heal in a matter of hours. The bottle contains a golden-yellow potion. Drink it to stop the bleeding and restore your health."
I turned to hear the maid's instructions, then saw her already bent over.
"Do you know what happened last night?"
She shook her head.
“I’m the maid assigned every morning, Miss. So I’m not around at night.”
“How did you know? About my injury, I mean.”
The maid smiled.
“Almost all the women who serve Mr. Khill will experience the same thing, and Mr. Khill will order me with the same thing. So I’m used to it, it’s just a little different now.”
“Different how?”
The maid paused, then shook her head.
“If there’s anything you need help with, just let me know, Miss.”
“Can you rub the ointment on my back?”
“Sure.”
After everything was done, I quickly rushed out and saw that the living room was the same as last night. Filled with terrifying paintings of werewolves. Was this some kind of obsession?
“Does Mr. Khill like… wolves?” I asked.
The maid smiled again.
And somehow, I felt like someone was constantly watching me from all directions, even though I didn’t see any CCTV cameras here.
“He doesn’t just like wolves. But Mr. Khill is a wolf himself.”
“What do you mean?”
The maid immediately shook her head.
“Some things are sometimes easy to find out, or they can just remain a secret that never gets revealed, Miss. I’m sure someday you’ll learn the truth.”
The maid pushed me away, and the main door slammed shut.
Before I could leave, I was startled again by a heartbreaking scream from behind the door. And I began to tremble with fear.
Mr. Khill was the wolf himself? What was that supposed to mean?
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