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The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

The woods became very dark very fast with the dark rain clouds blocking out the full moon. Or perhaps that was her trying to keep from fainting at the scene that was happening to her... As the lightning cracked across the sky silhouetting the outline of the massive beast.

Her eyes where wide with fear as her body was pulled up violently.. the sound of ripping material .. her body falling back .. the sting of the elastic of her panties as they where being ripped from her body, leaving a red mark along her hips.

"Oh God! No No No! Please!" her voice echoing back in her ears..
Then she let out a frightened gasp, her breath catching in her throat, as she felt the muzzle of the beast press up between her trembling thighs. His hot breath washing down between her legs over her pussy. She was trying to pull away from him but his massive hands where holding her hips so tightly that they would leave bruises.. A frightened scream slipped from her throat when she felt the Lycan's tongue move across her sensitive pussy lips.. his tongue pushing between her soft pink outer lips trying to find her juicy core. Her body trembled and shook.. her breath coming in short frightened gasps as his tongue licked across her tiny nub .. teasing it till it became hard and swollen... her clit throbbing under it's tongue.. A few times she felt it's sharp teeth as they grazed over the tender pink skin.. she thought for sure he was going to bite her.. There was loud licking and slurping sounds as his tongue lapped at her soft pink cunt as it persisted to push up against the tightly closed opening of her virgin tunnel.

And then for a second it stopped.. as the huge werewolf raised up in front of her... she was so scared she couldn't make a sound as her huge eyes stared at the beast.. His razor sharp white fangs glistening.. his lips wet with her juices and his saliva .. A deep growl coming from his chest ...

Suddenly a huge hand clamped around her neck making it hard to breath, hard to move.. A look of utter terror and panic came to her eyes as she felt his massive cock pressing against her tight virgin cunt. She tried to scream but nothing would come out.. The Huge werewolf kept trying to push.. His cock so much bigger then the small virgin hole he was trying to force it into. A sound escaped her throat as she felt her pussy being stretched around the head of his cock... tears where rolling down her face as he pressed his cock into her tight pussy... her hips involuntary lifting up .. Her whole body shook and trembled in apparent pain as the beast ripped away her virginity .. Wither or not the werewolf realized she was a virgin she did not know but at that moment she thought she noticed it's nostrils flare as her virgin blood dripped down the beasts thick cock as the scent of her virgin blood filled the air. That was when she fainted.
 
Ryan awoke with that peculiarly anxious feeling of having had a nightmare, yet not remembering what that nightmare had been about exactly. However, the warm rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains of his bedroom window onto his face and naked body reassured him that all was well. Soon, the feeling of dread and anxiousness slowly gave way to relief and an ease of tension once he realized it was a just another peaceful weekend morning and he could sleep in. He intended to do just that. Still lying in bed, a yawning Ryan stretched out his body and rolled over to change position. As he turned to the other side, he came face to face with someone lying next to him. “HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Ryan exclaimed in surprise as he jumped back, almost falling off the edge of the bed. He was dumbfounded by what he saw.

It was a naked blonde female. And she looked notably disheveled. She looked as if she had been sucked up by a level F-4 tornado and spit out five states later. Her face was smudged with grime and her hair was in disarray, tangled with leaves, grass and small twigs. Her body was similarly soiled with dirt and dry mud. Upon closer inspection, she was additionally covered in a plethora of large abrasions, cuts and bruises. What the hell? Ryan then began to notice the numerous angry claw marks - around her neck, arms, upper and lower torso, including her breasts and thighs. It was at this moment when he realized the likely explanation. As previously mentioned, under normal circumstances - i.e. when it wasn’t a full moon - Ryan was not only able to transform into a werewolf at will, but he was also in total control and fully aware of his actions while in his lycan form.

Last night had been a full moon transformation however, and at the moment, while he was unable to recollect much of anything, Ryan knew he was responsible for whatever happened last night. He had never brought anyone back to his place as a werewolf before, though. Which was odd. When he noticed the dried blood between the blonde’s legs, Ryan almost panicked. “Oh shit,” he muttered as he quickly reached up to her neck to check her pulse. Phew! She wasn’t dead, just sleeping thank goodness. Ryan took a closer look at the female’s dirty face and his jaw dropped when he realized who it was. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the fetching blonde he had met and flirted with last night at the bar. “Oh my god, what did I do to her?” a disconcerted Ryan asked himself, noticing the dried blood on his cock and balls when he got out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans.

“And what the fuck am I going to say when she wakes up?” a shirtless Ryan thought to himself as he ran to the bathroom and quickly returned with a towel, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some gauze. Placing the items on the nightstand, he then knelt by the side of the bed and gently stroked Megan’s hair, picking out some of the leaves and grass from her tangled locks, truly sorry for what he must have put her through as well as wondering what to do and say when and if she woke up. He couldn’t very well tell her that the handsome fun guy she had met last night in the cozy tavern was a murderous, marauding, sex-crazed, raping werewolf, could he? Quick Ryan, think.
 
Darkness swallowed her... in its depths, huge werewolves rose up in front of her and then would fade back into her nightmares. She was being attacked.. huge claws pulling on her and digging into her tender flesh.. her body felt like it was on fire she could still feel the beast on top of her.. Her eyes snapped open.. her arms and legs flaying as she tried to fight off the beast.. she awoke as if fighting for her life..

Then a voice drifted up to her .. her eyes started to adjust.. light.. a window.. Her heart was still pounding.. then she saw a figure in front of her. It was a man and not the werewolf. Slowly she started to calm down.. her vision cleared becoming more awake.. She noticed the man kneeling at the side of the bed.. It took her another moment and then she recognized him...

"Ryan?... ba.. but how? where am I?" she asked still dazed and confused. Then she realized she was naked.. her eyes went wide as she gasped and tried to pull the blankets from the bed around her... her whole body screamed out in pain as she tried to move.
 
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Ryan began. “Don’t worry, Megan, you’re safe,” he reassured her. “There, there…” he continued soothingly, trying to calm her as he helped pull the sheets up over her naked body then rubbed her shoulder gently. Well, this was certainly awkward. Ryan hadn’t had enough time to come up with a story so he just started talking and making shit up as he went along. “So I was driving home in the storm and I was surprised to find you lying naked on the side of the road, especially since I left the pub before you did,” Ryan stated, totally lying through his teeth.

“You were unresponsive, so I thought maybe you had gotten into an accident or hit by a car. I didn’t see any vehicles around and figured maybe you got flung from your car and it was in a ditch or something. I couldn’t see, it was so stormy. I tried to call 911, but I couldn’t get a signal in the storm. My guess is that the only cell phone tower in the area got knocked out by lightning because I still can’t call out,” he falsely went on to explain. “So anyways, I put you in the back seat of my car and tried to drive you to the hospital, but the storm washed out the bridge and fallen trees blocked the other roads out of town. I had no idea where you lived so I just brought you back to my place.”

Would she believe his hokey story? Who knows, that was the best he could come up with on the spur of the moment and he would just have to stick with it for now. What was he supposed to do, tell her the truth? That he had turned into a werewolf and had apparently attacked her. And what about the blood between her legs and on his cock? What was up with that? “Sorry about taking the blanket off you. Like I said, you were completely naked when I found you. I was just trying to clean up some those nasty cuts and scrapes. Man, it looks like you were in more than just a car accident, it’s as though you got attacked by some kind of animal,” Ryan added, pretending to be bewildered.

“Where does it hurt the most? Do you remember anything at all about what happened to you last night?” he inquired worriedly, taking her hand and holding it in his. He was more concerned with whether she had any recollection of what really happened last night. And hopefully, his story would buy enough time for Ryan to figure out what to do about this crazy situation he now found himself in. There was no way he could let Megan leave at this point. At least not until he found out what she knew or remembered, if anything.
 
Her frightened eyes looked around the room, no nervous and scared to really pay attention to Ryan's story if it was believable or not. Clutching the blankets to her chest, she shook her head, "An accident?" Bringing one hand up to her forehead as if trying to think, shaking her head, "No not an accident," she said sounding as if she was still in a fog. Then her head snapped up .. her eyes wide .. sucking in air as she made a loud gasping sound, "Oh My God! Oh My God! I was attacked!" She said as everything came flooding back to her. "Oh My God! I have to tell somebody!" she exclaimed then grabbing the blankets she tried to get out of bed

As soon as she swung her feet over the side of the bed she was suddenly yelping in pain. She had been in so much shock she hadn't even realized how badly she had been hurt until she tried to move. "Ryan, Ryan we have to tell somebody! Oh My God there's as monster.. there's a .. there's a ... there's a beast or something! He attacked me!" She looked around as if she half expected the werewolf to come in and get her.
 
Ryan raised his grow in mock surprise when she said it hadn’t been an accident and that she had been attacked. “Easy! Easy there, Megan. You’re in no condition to be hopping about,” he said as he caught her in his arms when she attempted to get out of bed, yelping from the pain. Shit. She remembered being attacked by a werewolf. Now what? Ryan asked himself as he sat on the edge of the bed continuing to hold Evelyn in his arms. He thought about suggesting that maybe she just had a bad dream or had hallucinated seeing/being attacked by a werewolf. He decided against it, figuring that would only make her more anxious, hysterical and restless.

“There, there, Sweetie. We’re in my house. We’re safe here. It’s nine in the morning, the sun’s up and there’s no sign of any werewolf or monsters around here, I promise,” Ryan reassured her, rocking her tenderly in his arms. “You’ve had a rough night. Why don’t I fill the tub with hot water and you can have a nice long relaxing, cleansing soak. Or you can have a nice long hot shower if you prefer. While you’re doing that I’ll whip us up some eggs, bacon and pancakes. And when you’re done with your bath, we can talk about your werewolf over breakfast,” he suggested. “I’ll even make your favorite - milk!” he added with a comforting smile.
 
Obviously shaken and still weak she let Ryan help her back into the bed. When Ryan wrapped his arms around her and started rocking her she clung to his chest.. Nodding her head .. "Alright a bath sounds good and then breakfast .. Then we can figure out how to tell people.. Cause we have to warn people .. that thing what ever it was is going to kill somebody."

Little did she know that that thing as she called it.. the werewolf had already killed a number of people .. and even though she felt safe the one she clung to was really the monster himself.

Still clutching the blankets to her, " Ryan do you have anything I could wear?"
She didn't want to let go of Ryan but eventually she loosened her grip so he could get up and start the bath water.
 
“Yes, yes, definitely. We’ll figure it out over breakfast,” Ryan reassured her, stroking her hair tenderly. He was relieved that Megan was able to calm down a bit. And while she took a nice long hot bath, he would be able to come up with some kind of plan. “Hmm… not sure if I have anything large enough to fit you, but let me see,” Ryan teased lightheartedly, hoping to keep the petite blonde at ease.

He got up and went over to his closet where he pulled out a white cotton bath robe that he had stolen from a hotel he stayed at last summer during a trip to Chicago. “Here, put this on for now,” he said as he brought the robe over to Megan. Ryan then went to his dresser and pulled out some boxers, a few t-shirts, a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey and a couple pairs of basketball shorts with a drawstring in the waistband, all of which he placed on the bed. She could pick out whatever she wanted to wear after her bath. Or she could just wear the cotton bathrobe if she wanted.

“If none of these clothes work for you, feel free to dig around the closet and dresser for something better,” Ryan told her as he went to the bathroom and began filling up the tub with hot water and made sure there were enough fresh towels for Megan. Approximately ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom and helped Megan up to her feet. “Ok, Gimpy, tub’s filled up. Just take it slow and easy. And if there’s anything you need, I’ll be in the kitchen so just holler,” Ryan told her as he walked her to the bathroom.
 
Pulling the robe tight around her, although Ryan had already seen her naked when she was unconscious, not that she was awake she felt a little more then awkward. She let him help her to the bathroom, still stiff and sore from her encounter with the werewolf the night before. Wincing at the sight that she saw in the mirror she had a huge gash along the side of her neck as well as a large bruise on her cheek. Her long blond hair was all knotted and a mess it was going to take a lot of conditioner to straighten all the knots out.

After Ryan had left she turned and locked the door, why she felt the need she didn't know, just something about this whole thing didn't seem to be setting right with her.. For some reason she felt a little more then nervous around Ryan. She hadn't felt like that the night before when she met him at the bar, but then that was before she was raped by a werewolf. She supposed that something like would make her frighted of anybody right now. But still he seemed nervous, she tried to rationalize it to herself saying of course he would be nervous he had a naked raped girl in his house. That in itself would make anyone nervous, but still there was something about the way he laughed and his eyes... there was something about his eyes but she couldn't put her finger on it. Was it all just her imagination, leftovers from the night before?

Closing her eyes and wincing as she lowered herself into the tub.. the scratches and bruises stinging as the water washed over them. Then the water wrapped around her like a warm blanket, clamming and soothing.

Fingers moved over her body as she ran them over all the scratches and abrasions . Moving her hands between her legs she started to cry .. She was still tender and sore the inside of her thighs had bruising and she could still see the marks from his claws where the werewolf gripped her hips to hold her still. When she closed her eyes all she could see was it's face looming over her, breathing down her neck. She must have fallen asleep cause it seemed like the wolves face was melting and changing into Ryan's then it would shift back to the wolves again.

Suddenly she jumped and let out a startled cry when Ryan started knocking on the door.
 
After walking Megan to the bathroom, Ryan headed to the kitchen and got to work. As he went about whipping up breakfast, he thought about different hypothetical scenarios and formulating a tentative plan as far as dealing with this situation with Megan having been attacked by a werewolf - a.k.a., himself. He checked the calendar on the wall and according to his calculations, starting tonight, the moon would be transitioning into the Waning Gibbous phase. This was a huge relief to Ryan because it meant that there would be significantly less lunar influence on his ability to transform and more control of it in his hands. This was key for his plan, as shaky as it was, to have any hope of working.

About 45 minutes later, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee mixed with that of a fine breakfast spread which covered the table - a skillet of scrambled eggs, a heaping plate of thick-cut bacon, a towering platter of buttermilk pancakes and a bowl of market fresh strawberries. Ryan placed a jug of cold milk on the table as well as a carton of orange juice and after putting a batch of bread slices in the six slice toaster, he went to check on Megan. “Everything ok in there?” Ryan asked knocking lightly on the bathroom door. It had been a while and hopefully she had had a nice soak. “Breakfast is ready whenever you’re finished… If you need any help or anything, just let me know…” He waited for a reply before heading back to the kitchen.
 
"Aaa Yeah, I'll be right out Ryan." she said stepping from the tub. As she reached for a towel she glimpsed herself in the mirror. Thinking to herself, who would ever believe she was attacked by a werewolf. Wait a minute.. Didn't Ryan say something about a werewolf earlier? She didn't say anything about a werewolf, she had said a monster or some kind of beast. How did he know it was a werewolf? Had she said something while she was unconscious?

A few minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing one of Ryan's tee shirts that was long enough she could have worn it as a dress and a pair of drawstring shorts. "MMM do you always cook such a fancy breakfast for all your guests," she asked as she stood in the doorway looking at Ryan.
 
Ryan gave Megan a big smile when the gorgeous blonde walked in with that fresh out of the shower/bath look and wearing his clothes. “No, not all my guests get the fancy breakfast treatment… just the cute ones who like to stuff their face with steak, fries and milk,” Ryan teased playfully as he pulled out a chair and motioned for Megan to sit.

He next plated the toast from the toaster and placed it on the table next to the butter. “Dig in, help yourself,” Ryan told her. After also putting out a bottle of maple syrup, he began pouring fresh brewed java into an extra large mug. “Coffee?” he offered.

“So, tell me, Megan… what the hell happened last night?” he asked her, as if he had no clue whatsoever. “You said you were attacked by a werewo-… Er, I mean a monster or some beast?” Wait, did she say earlier that she was attacked by a werewolf or was it him who had mentioned it? Oh crap. Ryan cursed his careless slip of the tongue.
 
Standing in the doorway she was momentarily memorized looking at Ryan. At six foot two his muscles where finely chiseled much like a man who works out a lot.. his skin was a dark tan that showed off his rippling muscles and the dark brown hair full and still somewhat of a mess like he had a rough night. She shook her head and forced herself to look around. The kitchen was set at the back of the house .. long and large. The back wall was covered with a large open window that awarded an open view of the forest beyond it. The kitchen was done in natural hard woods and modestly decorated. The focal point was the huge restored cast iron stove done in blacks with silver fixtures. The house was charming and comfortable.
"I like your house," she stated nervously choosing not to answer when he mentioned cute house guests .. She imagined at the state she was in she was anything other then cute, she felt like she just got dragged through the forest by her hair. Although, that probably wouldn't have been to far from the truth.

She sat down at the table holding the steaming hot coffee in both hands .. still not drinking it... She seemed to want to look every where else then at Ryan.. Perhaps because someway she felt embarrassed about what happened to her the night before even though it was no fault of her own. And the fact that when Ryan had found her she had been naked was of no comfort either. She reached up and brushed a stray strand of her long blond hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. When she looked up Ryan was looking at her from across the table.

She put the cup of coffee down and started pushing the food around her plate with her fork. Still not wanting to look up at him she started to tell him about arriving at her aunts cabin and getting ready for bed. About the beast braking down the door and her trying to escape only to be caught.. Then she described the beast and at the end her voice warbled and she finally looked at him lowering her voice almost to a whisper, " And Ryan.. he a... raped me," at that her eyes started to fill with tears and she had to quickly look away.

"Ryan, earlier you mentioned a werewolf. How did you know .. I mean.." She turned back to look at him. "Has it.. Has it happened before? Are there other reports of girls being attacked?"
 
“Oh, thanks. It keeps me dry,” Ryan said cheerily in response to Megan saying she liked his house. “You’re more than welcome to visit anytime,” he added as he poured himself a mug of coffee and joined her at the table. Beginning with a stack of pancakes slathered in butter and maple syrup, Ryan began eating and listened intently as Megan told her story of what happened to her last night. As she spoke, Ryan was able to recall vague bits and pieces. He was somewhat surprised by the fact that he - or rather, his full moon werewolf form - hadn’t killed her. When Megan informed him that she had been raped by the beast, Ryan stopped chewing, gulped down what food was in his mouth, then reached across the table and took hold of her hand in a kindhearted manner. “Oh my god,” he uttered, pretending to be totally shocked.

Ryan did feel genuinely bad that she was roughed up and raped. He felt even worse about the fact that it had been him - well, him in his uncontrolled ‘lunar’ werewolf form. And he felt even more worse still, that he was currently hiding all those facts from her even as she sat before him in his house telling her story and confiding in him. “I’m really sorry,” he told her, looking into her eyes as he rubbed her hand gently. Ryan really was sorry - sorry that she had been raped, sorry that it had been him who had done it and sorry for not having it in him to come clean about it all at the moment. But he didn’t know what else to do. This situation never happened before. “Well, hopefully the roads will get cleared of all the storm debris by this afternoon some time and we can get you to the hospital,” he said encouragingly, not really even sure if he was handling this correctly.

“Werewolf? Umm… yeah, well not to alarm you, but actually, there have been a number of mysterious murders that have occurred the last few nights along with a few last month as well. Some of the female victims were raped and the bodies of the deceased were all found torn and ripped to pieces and partially… eaten.” Still holding her hand for comfort, Ryan took a sip of coffee and continued. “They haven’t found the killer yet, but there has been wild speculation as to who or what is responsible. Some think it’s a sick psychotic maniac axe-murderer, while some think it may be a pack of wolves, wild dogs or even a bear. And then there are others still, who believe it’s some kind of werewolf creature because of the unnaturally wild howling that has been heard and the fact that all the murders seem to have occurred around the time when the moon is full. No one knows for sure since there haven’t been any actual witnesses or survivors… well, except for you.”

Ryan let go of Megan’s hand. “Do you really think it’s safe for you to be alone at your aunt’s cabin?” he asked, targeting her fears. “With that thing still running loose, who knows when it might strike again. And who is to say it wouldn’t come back looking for you,” Ryan added with a worried look on his face. After a brief pause, he spoke once more. “You know, like I said, you’re more than welcome to stay here with me where it’s safe. At least until they catch whoever or whatever the hell is responsible for the murders. We can get your things from your aunt’s cabin after breakfast and you can stay in the guest bedroom I have,” Ryan offered as he poured Megan a tall glass of milk.
 
She pulled her hand away from his and brought it to her long delicate neck. There was a long deep scratch from just above the neckline of the tee shirt she wore and disapeard down under the shirt .. her fingers lightly tracing the scratch subconsciously. Oh she wasn't alarmed, no, she was terrified. But if what he said was true then why was she still alive? Maybe when she had passed out the beast thought she was dead? She didn't know but she suddenly felt guilty that all those others had been killed while she hadn't. But at the same time she felt lucky to still be alive.

"But Ryan, I might be the only one that can give a description to the police. If I'm the only one that has seen it?" A worried look came over her face. Who would believe she was attacked by a werewolf, hell she wasn't even sure if she believed it and it happened to her. "Why haven't they warned people? Why are the authorities not out looking for it?"

She looked across the table at Ryan, he seemed to look genuinely concerned. "I don't know Ryan, I don't know what I want to do yet. I don't think I want to go back to the cabin.. at least not until that monster or werewolf is caught. But I don't want to give up either. After all I was hired to work on the local paper. Maybe I should write a story about this werewolf and warn people."

"But first I think I should call the sheriff." she said as she pushed back from the table and walking over to the phone. "Mind if I use your phone?" Brushing a loose strand of blond hair back behind her ear. She wasn't looking forward to having to repeat her story. Especially for a stranger, but she knew the longer she put it off the harder it would be and they needed to catch this werewolf before it could kill anybody else.
 
“Well actually, they have warned people that a killer has been on the loose and the authorities have repeatedly assured everyone that they are working hard in their investigations, but unfortunately they don’t seem to be coming close at all to catching whoever or whatever is killing everybody,” Ryan stated matter-of-factly. Though he didn’t show it, Ryan grew a slight bit worried when she mentioned talking to the police and giving them a description as well as her account of what happened. He could see it now, as a result of her story - whether they believed her or not - they would eventually need to call in a special government team that specialized in looking into strange murders and weird goings on like on that television show, “The X-Files.”

And if this happened, he of course would get dragged into the investigation from his association with Megan, both from meeting her last night at the tavern and having brought her back to his place after whatever happened to her. That was the last thing he needed - that and a newspaper story. Sure, he was positive he could flim-flam Megan up to a certain point, but Ryan knew he’d be toast if he had to face questions and interrogation from police, the Sheriff, CSI detectives and/or any special government agents from the X-Files department. All these agencies were experts at determining if someone was full of shit and lying. Ryan wouldn’t last two seconds. Not to mention the likely DNA evidence that would inexorably link him to all the murders. No, he couldn’t let any of that happen. He WOULDN’T let any of that happen.

When she got up to use the phone, stating her intention to call the Sheriff, Ryan’s heart anxiously skipped a beat. Shit! he cursed within himself as he wiped some maple syrup from the corner of his mouth with a napkin and hurriedly stood up from the table. Next, he strode over to Megan who had already picked up the phone’s handset. Before she could put it up to her ear, however, Ryan grasped her firmly by her wrist with one hand and with a finger of his other hand, he depressed the ‘hang up’ button. Then, looking into her eyes and with a very calm, yet very serious tone of voice, Ryan said to her, “I’m really sorry, Megan… but I’m afraid can’t let you do that.”
 
For the first 30 seconds Megan's face was a blank.. Then she gave a small nervous smile and let out a breath of air. For a moment she had caught her breath without even realizing it.

The thought that Ryan was making a bad joke raced through her mind.. Pushing away from him and taking the phone back she lightly pushed him aside.. her small hand felt like it was trying to push a brick wall.. but she sill in the back of her mind thought he was fooling around.

"Come on Ryan this isn't funny. We have to tell somebody about this." She turned her back on him as she went to start making the call.
 
Apparently, Megan thought he was joking around when he told her that he couldn’t let her make the call. She pushed him aside, turned her back and again tried to dial out. This time, Ryan simply pulled the power jack out of the phone, rendering it dead before she could complete the call. “Like I said, I can’t let you do that,” he repeated, his tone and expression as serious as the first time. Hopefully this time she’d get the message he wasn’t fooling around.

“Look, I don’t want to alarm you, Megan, but I have a confession to make,” Ryan said as he gently took the phone’s handset from her hand and hung it up. “C’mon, let’s sit and I’ll tell you…” Ryan said as he placed his hand at the small of her back and ushered her nicely to the living room where he motioned for her to take a seat on the couch. Taking a seat on the Safford chair ninety degrees from her, Ryan spoke, “You see, I believe your story about being attacked by a werewolf. Why do I believe you? Because I know who the person is, the person who is the werewolf.”

He paused momentarily for Megan to absorb his information grenade before continuing. “And the thing is, not only do I know the person, but I know him very, very well and more importantly, I know how dangerous he can be,” Ryan went on. “I know that if he knew you went to the authorities or tried to write a story, he would go out of his way to hunt you down and make sure you… well, end up like his other victims,” he explained. “That’s why I want you to stay here with me. Trust me, Megan, you’re safe here. He won’t harm you while you’re with me, I promise,” Ryan asserted.
 
An uneasy feeling crept into her stomach as Megan realized that Ryan wasn't joking.. her fingers released the phone as he took it from her hand and placed it back in it's cradle.

As if in a dream she let Ryan lead her into the other room as she took a seat on the couch.. Her blue eyes slowly growing wide as she listened.. Her hand went up in front of her face so it covered her mouth as if she where about to scream.. As Ryan continued to talk something seemed to flicker behind her eyes .. A look of shock came to her face while she looked into Ryan's eyes.. slowly getting up from the couch .. without taking her eyes off of Ryan she gasped taking in a deep breath of air.. Slowly moving around to the back of the couch, so that the couch was between her and Ryan.

The color seeming to drain from her face .. a look of shock was written all over her face. In her mind she had been trying to convince herself that what happened was all a dream.. That it wasn't possible, there wasn't any such thing as werewolves.. But now she no longer could denial it to herself anymore.

"You!" she gasped still looking at Ryan.. "Oh My God You! That's how you knew it was a werewolf before i even said it!" A look if disbelief written all over her face, "You.. you .. how could you? How could you let this person go when he's out there killing people? How could you not say anything? What is he a friend of yours? A relative?" She was still looking at Ryan when suddenly a look of understanding came over her face. Her eyes grew wide .. It looked like all of her energy drained out of her.. her eyes started filling with tears as she slowly shook her head. "It's you" she whispered.
 
Ryan watched Megan’s expression as the realization and shock gradually sunk in. Her reaction to the fact that he had firsthand knowledge of what was going on with the werewolf killings and of her being attacked was quite understandable and expected. His original plans of not revealing that he was the werewolf and the one responsible for the murders, including attacking and raping her, pretty much went down the drain when Megan smartly put two and two together and figured out his secret. Well, at least that solved the problem of having to come up with a way of breaking the news to her.

Now that she knew the truth, the only thing now was to decide what to do with her. Letting her go free just wasn’t an option for obvious reasons. Killing her? Well if it came down to having to resort to that, Ryan wasn’t beyond doing what he had to do. The third option was to let her live, but essentially keep her prisoner. This third option was way more appealing for a number of reasons. One, Ryan didn’t want to have to kill her. Two, well to put it simply, he wanted her - sexually. And apparently so did the werewolf side of him.

From the moment Ryan first laid eyes on her when she had walked into the tavern out of the rain, he had been obsessed with the blonde beauty. He had hoped to win her over with his charm, but that all went out the window when the werewolf had gone and mucked things up completely. So now that he had been outed, there really was no need to hide his lustful carvings for the young Megan. Whether she liked it or not, Ryan planned on making her his own. Things were going to change around here, starting with Ryan’s demeanor. “Very good job of you to figure it all out so quickly,” Ryan said. “I guess not all blondes are dumb,” he added calmly as he stepped toward her. The fact that she was a writer should have given him enough clue that she was more intelligent than the average blonde female.

He wasn’t too concerned if she got squirrelly and tried to escape. First of all, she still seemed somewhat gimpy from being attacked. Secondly, even if she did manage an attempt to get away, Ryan was confident she wouldn’t be able to get far before he caught her again. And he wouldn’t even have to transform into his lycan form to do it. “So, Megan… we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It’s up to you…” Ryan told her, stepping even closer, his voice still calm yet with a noticeably more sinister component to it.
 
It hadn't been to hard for Megan to figure out. From the moment she had woken up in Ryan's bed she had the feeling that there was more to it then him just finding her along the road. While she had been telling him what had happened to her, he seemed to have already known. He hardly even lifted an eyebrow when she had said she had been attacked by a monster, where most people would have thought she had lost her mind during the attack. He even was the one who first mentioned werewolf before her mind had even grasped around what had actually attacked and raped her. But it wasn't until he was sitting across from her that she had seen it in his eyes. Although his eyes where different, they where also the same. Looking into his eyes, they where the same eyes as the beast when he was looking down at her while he was raping her.

How could she have been so wrong ? Last night, when she had met Ryan he had seemed so nice, she had actually taken a shine to him. She had obviously been way to sheltered growing up. The thought might have actually seemed amusing, if it weren't for the fact that she was terrified.

As Ryan moved towards her she jumped back like a skittish cat. Unfortunately her reflexes weren't as finely tuned as that of a feline and she stumbled over her own feet and landed hard on her ass.

Raising her hand up in front of her like some kind of useless little shield. "Stay away from me!" her words sounded strong but she was really shaking inside. "Why did you bring me here?" Megan seemed to be under the impression that Ryan was in control of the beast. And this was all Ryan's doing.
 
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