Marionette and The Wolfy Wolf

"Mr. Reynz ... whatever your purpose in bringing me here, if it's a bad cause, please don't." Marion clasped her hands in front of her chest, pleading for the mercy of the man whose face had begun to turn cold and cruel in Marion's eyes.

She repeated the self-protection prayer her grandmother had taught her, hoping that someone would come to his aid. Especially with Marion's condition now starting to tremble, William should feel sorry, if indeed she has bad intentions.

William, who had been silent all this time, finally pulled the car over, then got down and opened the door for Marion. Instead of letting the girl down by herself, he carried Marion—after covering her eyes with a handkerchief of his own. He carried the girl on his shoulders, as he had done at the party that night when Marion vomited on her clothes.

The girl tried to rebel with all her might, hitting the tough back that was covered in a work shirt, so she could feel how strong William's body was. There was no way she would survive all of this.

Marion wasn't sure where William was taking her, she couldn't even see anything because her eyes were closed. She could only smell the pine and the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind.

Where exactly is she? Is she now in another world, because William is the incarnation of Lucifer who came down to earth to take her life?

No, no. It should not be her who was taken, but someone else who only relied on all the arrogance. However, does the demon care about human evil? Aren't they actually tempting good humans? Or maybe William is under the influence of the devil as Marion had read in her grandparents' books?

"Mr. Reynz, let me go!!! Let me go, please ...."

In fact, she wasn't sure if it was William who carried her now, because she could feel the fine hairs touching her skin. The scent that wafted was no longer William's signature cedarwood scent, but rather the smell of a dog.

Did William sell her to be used as food for wild animals?

"Mr. Reynz—ah!" Marion's body lay down—to be more precise, just dropped onto a wide expanse of grass. She couldn't see anything there. Only the smell of wild animals that could be smelled stronger wafted into her nostrils.

Marion's whole body trembled violently, her tears flowed freely she couldn't hold back. She was still pleading earnestly without knowing where she was, and who was there.

A group of beasts was surrounding her and one that was still in the form of a Lycan with a body size larger than the others was standing not far from her.

She is in the middle, like a meal to all who are there.

However, it wasn't like that, because what actually happened was that Marion would become the meal of the big lycan, as witnessed by the rest of the herd. Including an elder who was dressed differently from the others. She also looks older and wiser than the others. Even compared to the lycan creature who was staring at Marion with a savage gaze.

"You brought food again?" asked Ange, the elder who had been watching the behavior of the creature in front of him. The creature turned. Ange drew a little closer to Marion who was still lying down, limp. The middle-aged woman sniffed and watched Marion, staring at her intently. "Are you sure you want to eat this girl?"

"Isn't this the first time? Why do you look surprised? It usually doesn't matter to you, does it?" the creature protested.

Their words only sounded like groans and roars that Marion could not understand. Her eyes were still covered with cloth, and her hands and legs were now tied. She only mumbled weakly.

"Don't you see and feel the difference between this girl and your other victims? They are so different, Will," Ange added. However, William, with a form that could no longer be said to be beautiful but rather frightening, snorted loudly at the woman.

"All right, all right. I will not hinder your desire, you will find out for yourself." The woman moved away. "You guys, bring the sheepskin sheet and circle the place! Your leader will perform the mating ritual."

Ange turned back to William. "If you need me, you know where to find me."

The woman then left William and several men who were making a dome for William.

***

The man looked at Marion, the girl who seemed normal to him, but who had made his mood all day out of place.

He had never felt this strange feeling before—which he interpreted as an urge to eat. However, it really isn't. He still couldn't believe he was uniting with Marion at that time. Didn't he feel the same turmoil as it is now at that time? And instead of eating Marion, he fucked the girl.

What's wrong with his sense of smell?

What's wrong with the excitement about the girl—the bubbling that he always feels and interprets as the desire to eat—which he doesn't even realize feels different from before.

William braced himself as the dome had encompassed him and Marion. He returned in the form of the original William—wrapped around his waist—not devouring Marion immediately but lighting a few candles, as lights. Not realizing that the potential prey has woken up and tried to escape.

"Mr. Reynz … help me …." The girl moved slowly, still weak. "W-William … h-help me …."

Marion's low sigh pleading for help, made William decide to hurry up and finish everything. So that he is not tempted by other things that might thwart his ability to eat.

Moreover, by having taken Marion's virginity by him, then there is nothing more that he weighs from the girl. Of course different from the previous prey.

William's breath caught, as his steps drew closer to the girl's beautiful and seductive body. He was drooling, imagining the juicy meat—judging by the rosy color of Marion's skin, it must have tasted delicious and fresh.

The closer the urge the stronger. However, when he was near Marion, sniffing her scent, what happened was that he suddenly had no desire to devour the girl's flesh but instead wanted to repeat the night where he united with the girl.

The closer he got, the more the girl's pheromone smelled, and the harder it was for William to stop. He tried to resist the urge, but instead, he felt pain all over his body.

The man in the form of a lycan creature groaned, screaming hysterically, making Marion move her body closer to the side of the dome.

"Whoever you are, please let me go," Marion moaned, pitifully. There was nothing she wanted right now but her own safety.

Where's William?

Who or what was this beast that was after her?

And a myriad of other questions began to fill the cavity of her head at this time, she didn't care anymore.

William was still in pain. If at that time he could have done it on a consensual basis because Marion was very drunk. This time he would be accused of raping the girl if he insisted on a union.

William continued to rebel at the desire that was starting to run wild within him. He rummaged through everything on the table in the dome. Causing everyone to fall onto the grass at the base of the room.

The candle he had deliberately lit, now ignited a fire that was getting bigger and bigger, as William passed, leaving Marion still in the dome with the flames rising and rising smoke.