Attack on Werewolves

"You appear to still be a virgin." I was afraid when the man pulled my hair and made me look at him. Ivy Robinson was my name. I worked for a corporation that engaged in overseas trade. It was an attack on me that day on my way from work to the subterranean parking lot. After dragging me to the parking lot's corner, the strange man tore off my skirt and suit and removed my pants. Then, without any flirting, he entered my body. He struck me hard, as though letting out his resentment and rage. It hurt so bad. His action caused my back to keep slamming into and scraping the uneven wall. Even if there was bleeding, I had no idea. All I could do was reach out and push him, grit my teeth and keep pleading with him to stop. Please, it hurts. I am happy to give you anything you desire, but do let me go." I was biting and kissing my body nonstop, this man with a dark blue hat pocket coat. His breathing was becoming more and more laboured. I had no idea what kind of breath it was. This type of breath seemed to be making him increasingly uncontrollable. He abruptly paused, gave me a wary look, and firmly asked, "You are a werewolf?" "No, I am just an ordinary human," I said, shaking. He got up, covered his head, and came up to me, and I gasped. I was shocked to see golden eyes that resembled beasts. He was a werewolf! Werewolves and regular people coexist in our world. Werewolves have strength and wisdom from birth. They typically took on the role of the dominant class in society. I therefore had no opportunity to oppose werewolf behaviour as a regular person. similar to me at the moment under that man's control. It would not assist even if I was having trouble. I was hurt and afraid since the men seemed much more insane after questioning me. I cried all the time and begged for forgiveness. Werewolves have a natural knack for s*x. I took the chance to kick him in the waist as any other person would, but he pulled my legs into his chest instead. My sense of awareness was waning rapidly. I thought I saw a red dot at that moment. A camera with the word "live" on it was not far from us, facing our personal space. OMG, is this dude deranged? He desired a live broadcast. My whole body went tense. Even though it was an isolated place, there was no assurance that anyone would approach. I could not fathom the embarrassment and problems I would encounter if my coworkers witnessed me with this odd man or if this insane man made public what we were doing. It would be too awful. The man started acting more bizarrely. He first gave off the impression that his goal was to scare and frighten me or do anything similar to get revenge on me. However, he appeared enthralled with my physique, akin to an enticing creature unable to restrain himself. He kissed my neck and buried his head in it. Such closeness alarmed me. The man lifted his hands and pressed them against the wall, defying my want to shove him away. His other hand started to stroke my back as he positioned me in a suspended posture. Have you ever felt a similar impact with Shallipopi? Apparently not. I shuddered when I heard the man mention Shallipopi's name. My boyfriend Shallipopi Christopher was a werewolf. We had been dating for almost a full year. I used to feel ignorant and unworthy. Shallipopi is after all really great. He was extremely wealthy and held a prominent position in the firm. He was an excellent problem solver at work. He was also, in my opinion, a really kind and endearing individual. I had no idea why he had chosen me out of all the many attractive female coworkers in the organisation. But I was willing to accept that these were unimportant issues as long as I fell in love, and Shallipopi's sensitivity gave me the confidence to fall in love with him. With a quivering voice, I questioned, "Do you know Shallipopi?" In response, the man said, "I know him very well, of course. His brother-in-law is me." It is not feasible! Shallipopi, was she married? Was it true that he had another wife already? What sort of relationship did we have then? Was Shallipopi lying to me about everything? I was still able to recall my last encounter with Shallipopi. Sunflowers were among the many flowers he placed in my arms, and I really enjoyed them. Shallipopi remarked that I resembled her a lot. He gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and scheduled a meeting for the following weekend. Shallipopi's work occasionally kept her busy. But he would come with me on the weekends. On dates, we frequently went to the local theatre. The man grabbed my hair and made me feel intimidated, saying, "April and Shallipopi have been wed for three years. You are their chosen match, thus your very existence makes her very unhappy. Shallipopi even desires her divorce on your behalf. I refuse to let you ruin my sister's union." "April, who is that?" The spouse of Shallipopi? Shallipopi had called a woman named April in the past, I believe. Every time he spoke about her, his tone was quite unclear. I believed at the time that Shallipopi was seeing someone else and that they were at odds, but he clarified that it was just a high school girl who loved to bother him. He also mentioned that if he got the chance, he would introduce us. Though the man's comments seemed to have misled me, I still believed him without hesitation. I started crying, but the man kept attacking, and as a result of his actions, my body kept hitting the wall. It did not seem to matter that I was hurting anymore. At last, the man flung me to the ground and scolded me, saying, "Never approach Shallipopi again." otherwise I will increase your desperation beyond what it is already."