“Do you remember the last time when we did it here in the car? You were so into it, weren’t you… “ Chris whispered in Charlotte’s ears with the last shred of his rationality. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle… “
“No!” Charlotte tried pushing him away, but to no avail.
With the effect of the drug completely taking over him, Chris felt as if he was burning, with all the blood in his body surging toward his groins.
He took off his clothes, grabbed Charlotte’s hands, and leaned in for a kiss.
As Charlotte turned her head away by reflex, she noticed something odd about his lower back.
The wolf head tattoo that was supposed to be there was nowhere to be seen.
Her eyes widened in shock. It’s not him! It’s not!
How can this be?
“Babe, I want it. Give it to me… “ Chris growled, his lips closing up onto her red lips.
“You liar!” Charlotte slapped him. “You freaking liar!”
“What?” Chris blurted out, coming to his senses from the pain.