Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
The screams were sweet, and she told him so in a voice that was thick with heat that could only be lust. If sound had scent, it would have overpowered the metallic stab of her own blood, so thick it was. She wanted more, always more.
His eyes locking on her shook something deep within, past the madness and the laughter, past even her ability to speak. It closed her throat, and it took a moment of sheer will to force out more words for him. "It's what I am," she growled, following it with a slip back into her other form, wolf returning so that the shreds of humanity wouldn't plague her at all.
Without her pinning weight, he began to slip, and she butted her head against him, knocking him to the ground. From there it was easier to press heavy paws against his back, dig in claws, gather the paper in her fanged mouth and shake her head hard enough to rend the crumpled and abused wing from his back. The shaking and teeth combined to shred it, bits of saliva damp confetti raining back down on him. Her grunts were nasal and feral, an animal set on only destruction.