The growl is angry. Elisa smiles and goes toward the wardrobe. The doors are closed; she knows that he is in there, in costume, furry, angry, ready. When she opens the doors he will rush her, overtake her, what big eyes you have, what big teeth you have, what a big dick you have…
What will you do to me this time?
Captain Vincent must wait for her to appear again. He can see her shadow in the window, an impression of her existence, but he cannot see into her home. For the first time in months, he cannot click a button and watch her move, watch her sit on the couch, watch her wait for the movers, watch her with the wolf.
Elisa puts her hands on the wooden knobs, waiting…
Captain Vincent calls Unit 2 and asks when the hook-up will be ready. He cannot stand being without her, not seeing her.
Elisa tries to open the door, but it’s locked. She can hear him inside, growling.
In two hours.
She backs away from the wardrobe, it is shaking.
The feed is ready for Maija.
The wolf is coming; the doors fling open, flying off their hinges.
She’s not home, though. She’s on her way to help Elisa.
His yellow eyes and dirty teeth are coming. Elisa tries to run, but she cannot get away, not in high heels. He pounces on her, knocking her down. She’s on her hands and knees. She claws at the wooden floor, trying to pull herself away. He holds her with one arm, keeping her below him. His claws grip the neck of her skirt and tear it. He stuffs one long nail against her, pushing through her underwear. She writhes; she swings her elbows and wriggles against the floor. He turns her over, holds down her arms and sits on top of them. He grabs her skirt and tears open the neckline, grabs her bra and yanks at it, trying to pull it from her body. She shifts under him. He bites her bra and breaks it, exposing her breasts. He licks them with a carnivorous tongue, nibbles on them, sucks on her. He moves off of her arms. He tears the rest of her skirt, until its split in two and falls down the sides of her body. Only her underpants covering her, she tries to cover herself, but the wolf swoops his great maw down, reaching for her breasts. He sniffs her crotch, and when he puts his nose against her, she wriggles. He pushes two large claws against her and tears her panties down her body. She’s dying for him to do it.
“You have to say it. I’ll just keep going unless you say it, Elisa.”
She whimpers. He holds her hands over her head with his fingers around her wrists and spanks her, pushing her against the wall.
“Say it. Say it.”
He presses himself against her cheeks and nibbles on her neck, takes a paw-full of her breast. She spreads her legs and leans back against him, shimmying her hips. Already, she can feel him pawing at her insides. She can smell his breath against her neck.
“Say it, Elisa. I will keep going until you say it. That’s the rules. Say it.” The wolf spins her around, her whole body covered in sweat. She is exhausted. “Say it. Say it.” He licks her lips. “Say it.”
“You can have the goodies…” she pants, her chest heaving, “you can have the goodies in my, in my basket.”
All right. He pulls her towards him, straddles her, and pushes inside her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his snout between her breasts. She moans and takes off his mask. She kisses him finally. Lays her head back against the wall and opens her mouth. She cries out, screams, moans, grabs his shoulders and pushes harder. He speeds up. He violently pushes against her, within her. Her voice, in a guttural collapse of words, seeps out in a long groan and he collapses on top of her.
“Thank you.”
* * *
Graham Greene was no longer embarrassed about his attempted meeting with Haddie Springfield. He’d absolutely forgotten about it when she called to apologize. “Well that’s fine, my dear. I only wanted to ask your opinion on some material I was going to buy for my sister. You know, she’s a clothing designer. Yes, she’s moving to the city next month. That would be very nice of you, she needs friends. Oh, we’re going to sell that place. I would love to have dinner with you. Yes, I’ll bring some wine. Seven-thirty would be fine. I’ll see you then.”
They were engaged two and a half weeks later with both families’ blessings. Graham believed his plot had worked. Haddie believed her plot had worked. Both were very happy. The newspapers were happy. The magazines were happy. The world was happy for Graham Greene and the future Mrs. Graham Greene. There were only a few people not happy with the news, since Graham was a celebrity; there were those few women who thought one day they’d marry him. The news of his engagement was quite a blow. But, there was always the chance of divorce; you know how celebrities are. Graham left the arrangements up to his mother, fiancée and wedding coordinator. His only requirement was that it be grand, that it be a fitting ceremony for a Greene wedding. Of course, it would be on screens. It had to be a Vasarian spectacle. Haddie had to be Cinderella and Graham had to be Prince Charming.
A castle in the Bavarian Alps was chosen as the venue. Bella Umgrililo, the famous cook, was appointed as the head chef. Graham would wear a Victorian suit with a silk tie. Haddie was having her dress designed by the House of Templar, the most exclusive designers in the world and George Van Santi would work on it personally. The wedding would be carried by all nine hundred sites and would be a two-hour special right after the World Serenity Bowl. Haddie would look innocent, yet appealing. Her ivory gown would be long, flowing, and modest. But, the neck line would allow for glimpses of her breasts, her arms would be bare and she’d wear frosty thigh-high stockings so that when they time came and she lifted her dress up there’d be some skin for the viewing public to see. Michelangelo Tijuana was doing her hair and she would appear to be wearing a crown. There would be sweepstakes for six lucky citizens to attend the reception. It was the most talked about affair in recent memory. Graham Greene, the most eligible bachelor in the world, was marrying Haddie Springfield, daughter of one of the richest men on the face of the earth. The entire country was holding their breath. How exciting!
* * *
“Graham Greene’s getting married to Haddie Springfield, of the Springfield shipping empire, honey. Can you believe that?”
“No.”
“It’s so exciting. Can you imagine how much they’re going to spend on it? Why the flowers alone will probably cost millions. I can’t wait, it’s going to be on every site.”
“What happened to me?”
“The doctors aren’t sure, honey. Somehow you had 9,000 milligrams of medication in your system. They were hoping you could tell them what happened. Their current theory is that somehow you’re lunch was infected.”
“So, I didn’t die.”
“Well, you almost did. You gave us quite a scare. You’ve been so unlucky lately, honey. My word, I mean falling out of that window and the steak knife incident and that head-on collision in Ralph’s car. My word, honey, we’re lucky they got to you when they did,” Norma Moore said Aristarchusly.
“Why?”
“Because they were able to pump your stomach and induce counteractive inhibitors into your system in time. A few minutes later, well, you can guess. Just sit back and take it easy. The company’s sending over flowers and an apology, they’re looking into the infection, there’s an investigation going on.”