A week later

The taxi takes me to the Onyx Lycan Nightclub on the stroke of midnight. Every part of me is ready.

I'm wearing high heels and a coat; and nothing underneath.

What had happened last month had really messed up my whole life. I vowed to never drink again. To never endanger a friend again. But before I could move on – I needed to face it.

Exposure therapy.

Right?

At this time of night, the line into the Onyx club is long and rowdy and rude. It's a popular sex club with the older adults. Females and males go inside in large groups.

I walk into the VIP line for bookings. I'm staring hard at the bouncers – terrified.

But these ones are pretty chill – as I show my ID and sign the contract by hand.

As soon as they file it away – the door opens, the other line is pushed back and I'm ushered through, personally led through the club via the edge of the walls.

I'm not joking.

The club is open and full, but it's pitch black.

I can't see a thing. I can only hear the loud drowning music, and feel the sex in the air.

The usher holds my hand and pulls me along, until we hit a stop – a door creaks open, and I'm pushed in.

I walk into a small room – also pitch black.

The door locks behind me and I back up against it.

I try to adjust my eyes to the dark, but as I do so – there's a flick of a light switch.

A red light fills the sex room, styled to be a dungeon full of toys.

Onyx is standing right next to me.

I have sucked in such a large breath – about to scream it out.

But at the last second I swallow that scream.

"Take off your clothes," Onyx growls under his breath.

I walk past and I grab the zipper – pulling it down and forcing myself to obey as quickly as possible. Out of adrenaline and fear.

I put the coat on a wardrobe at the back, I put my shoes on the floor.

I grab my long locks of blonde hair and push them over my tits – to give me some confidence.

I walk forward, naked, around a beam, to face Onyx as bravely as I can.

I slowly lift my chin.

My movements had been stiff.

But at least I did it.

I look at Onyx now, still by that door to his room, while the club's bass vibrates through the whole floor, making my toes curl.

"What is on your mind," Onyx doesn't ask kindly – rather he just knows in a creepy way. A supernatural kind of way. He reads my terror well.

I start, "You remember me. Do you know what happened to my friend Carmen? Can you tell me anything? That can help me understand why she was killed?" I don't stutter once.

Good start.

Onyx tilts his head in the red overpowering light, then walks forward toward me.

He's created some kind of hellish atmosphere – like I'm standing in a furnace.

I start to shiver – my spine reacts. My hands curl and I put them over my stomach, in a natural fear response. My eyes go down cast, but at least he stops approaching so fast with my clear terror.

"I have news for you. We bought her body back from the morgue. The body wasn't decomposing – neither was the head. She had v-serum in her system."

Wait.

I lift my head.

My eyes pop.

"So what happened?" I blurt, forgetting I'm naked – forgetting I'm in a dungeon.

I look to this Lycan for hope. I think I knew what he was going to say next.

"We sewed the head back on. She's alive," Onyx tells me straight. But despite his clear answers – I still feel no real... empathy... you could say... from him. He's just playing out some – formula. Or something. I try to pretend that's not the case. I try to pretend we're friends, to squeeze out as much bravery as I can from my adrenaline hit walking in here.

"Where is she?" I have never been so happy in my whole entire life to ask this. To know there is an answer – because she's breathing!

"She's a vampire's pet now," the Lycan explains – no worries. Glad to get that out of the way. But I'm not happy with that.

"No –" his lips pull back at that word, snapped from my mouth.

"Werewolves who are touched with the serum – become indebted to their Vampire Masters. That vampire owns her soul now."

"That vampire was a fucking monster," I know it's ironic saying this to a fucking Lycan – but it just rolls off my tongue. Twenty times more the monster than a vampire. But at least I paid him. So – that guaranteed a bit of safety.

Onyx seems to be irritated by what I said, however, so he simply reiterates over me, closing the final distance, "And she's a slave," he's snappy and growly, and so over talking about Carmen.

Now that he's taken the final step to close the distance, there is nowhere for me to run – and my eyes fall down his torso – emanating hot heat – toward his – his...

Holy shit they had huge dicks. I couldn't take that. I could barely push in two of my own fingers!

I look up in a surging virgin panic.

"I'm sorry I came here – ! Well, I came here looking for these answers you gave me but – now that I have them, I won't waste your time. I'll leave," I really hope he doesn't mind. He doesn't like me anyway. That was clear. He was just being professional. This would give him the chance to take the quick money and have the night off. And do whatever Lycans did.

Which, from every record – was act fucking vile anyway.

What I had experienced so far was beyond lucky. I knew that.

There is a silence – growing between us.

Onyx won't move from in front of me. I look past his furry body, toward the exit – trying to make my intent more clear.

He won't grant access to the door.

"Your life is in my jaws now," Onyx uses that Lycan styled phrase, too easy.

Did I just walk in here.

To die?

Maybe.

The thought makes me cold.

"...are you going to kill me...?" I whisper it, so quick. I just need to know if that's the case. If I was that stupid.

"Do you know why Lycans take contracts – while vampires take heads?" I shake my head as he speaks over me. I have no idea. But Onyx is about to tell me, "Because taking heads isn't as gruesome as how gruesome it is when Lycans take their meals to bed. If you annoy me – I will kill you, and you won't wake up like your dumb friend," he whispers it, and I start to tremble, as he drawls in the red light, "I have to say that to warn you, but I like you, pup... so far."

What? He. Likes? Me?

Oh!

Thank goodness!

What a fucking relief.

I wish I knew what to say.

I look to his hands – taking in their slicing power. Onyx has claws as sharp as knives from his hands. Longer and more lethal than any girls clawed manicure. Like the manicure I had gotten today.

"You'll have to do what I say," Onyx shuffles just a tiny bit closer until he stands flush with my naked front, and his lower abs run along my tits, warming them up, "...do you understand?"

"...what do you want me to do?" I ask, still terrified in that virgin way, especially after he snarls now a bit at me. It comes from deep in his throat.

"Bend over the beam," as Onyx speaks, I'm just staring at his hard and hot body.

Ah. Right behind me. I spin to it. The beam.

"This reminds me of when I did gymnastics," I say.

At that my Lycan says nothing, but waits for me to obey him.

Though I've turned toward it – his silence and patience doesn't make me comfortable to ask any more questions.

I'll just do it. It was such a simple ask. I bend over the beam at my waist's level, and I hold it with my arms.

When my fingers spread over it – I see indents ripped out from human nails clawing at the beam before me. As I'm thinking that, I feel a hand and claws swipe over the nape of my neck – tickling me as Onyx wraps up my long locks of hair in his hand – and wrenches it back.

He ties up the length, my neck arced back, using a leather band. With my hair out of the way, Onyx clamps a heavy collar around my neck with spikes.

He's too quick for me to think twice about resisting.

Like a dog collar made out of real gold. Interesting.

It lies heavy over my collar bone – and he keeps pulling on my hair until he's done braiding it down – then he tests pulling it left and right – before dropping it until it lies across my curved back.

The whole time I've started to stick my ass out naturally toward him.

I did it without even thinking about it.

"Uh –" I almost talk but then disguise it with a cough. Better not to say anything.

I wonder what Onyx is doing now?

His giant furry hands clamp over my hips, and I feel a wet nose bump my ass.

What the hell?

His Lycan head is between my legs! Under me.

I feel the hot breath of the monster warm my pussy – before he licks me!

I thought I could do it.

I thought I could be brave.

But I get such a shock from his rough and hot tongue, delving right into me – I pull myself over the beam onto the other side as I fall onto my elbows, turning around to see him squatting down on the other side – his eyes focused on me.

"Do I need to chain you up, pup?" Onyx snarls at me – and I want to believe it's exaggerated, but I know he's dead serious.

"I just want to see Carmen now," I whimper it out – about to cry, "N-not this –"

"If you want your friend why did you pay for me?" Onyx snarls it so loud it echoes around the room, "What do you want, foolish cunt?" Geez. What the hell was his problem?

"I'm sorry. I'm confused," his eyes snap – he's angry because I'm lying. I know if I don't tell him the truth, I might not get out of here alive, fuck. Fuck. "I – Came here. For punishment," I gasp it out, suddenly, "I came here for punishment. Not sex."

Onyx stands up quickly – looming over me with the beam in between – and then he twists and stalks out of the room.

Slamming the door shut. Keeping the red light on.

I feel relieved.

He's gone. Quickly.

I've peeved the monster off. I don't know how but that's what happened.

I let out a big long breath of relief.

Onyx was reasonable after all.

I shakily get to my feet and reach for my long zip up coat.

My hands touch the edges – when I hear a combined and loud howl from outside in the club.

It makes my skin crawl.

Lycans howl to bring the pack together – just like werewolves.

I've frozen only for a moment, before my hand clamps over my coat and the door simultaneously bursts back open.

He's back.

Onyx stalks right back in with every other Lycan in the nightclub behind him.

An eight pack of Lycans, line the red room in mere seconds. Ungodly fast. I'm trapped.

They stand at the same height as him, the same muscular statures. All different kinds of coloured fur, but they all share the red eyes of the devil. Marking on me.

"Is this what you want?" Onyx's tone turns into an Alpha Lycan's hiss and snarl, as he tells the pack, "She wants pain. Not pleasure. Punishment. Not reward. Silvia. Pup. Is this –" he abruptly stops snarling, to sniff the heavy air.

They all sniff the air.

And then they look down at me, and not at my eyes.

My jaw drops.

N- no. I want to say no.

But my tongue stays still.

I stand naked at the back of the room – feeling like a crazy fucking bitch. Because of something far scarier that hits me, than every Lycan in the room eyeing me like a tasty dumb morsel.

The thing is – at the thought of them all chasing after me, to punish me...

...I was instantaneously wet.

So fucking wet.

And it was dripping down between my thighs.

I could feel it.

The Lycans could see it.

Onyx was already drooling past his fangs.

Uh – yeah.

I was in trouble.

The big and bad kind.