She trailed a slim, crimson nailed finger along the side of her glass, leaving a trail in the droplets of moisture condensing along the sides. Golden, honeyed curls spilled down her shoulder in a bright wave, contrasting nicely against a black tanktop and lightly tanned shoulders.

The man before her quivered in his seat, blinking quickly. The dryness in his mouth was distracting and his tongue quickly darted out to run along his lower lip. He wanted the water so badly. His muscles corded along his arms, rippling under the nylon webbing strapping him securely to the back and arms of the chair. So close - she'd pushed the glass so close this time. Surely he could get a drop if he could only move a little further forward.

The woman gave a dark chuckle and slid a finger slowly into the icewater, stirring it gently before pulling it out and offering it out to him. Water dripped from the tip of her finger and the man groaned as his tongue darted out to lap it up.

"Please..." he croaked, pulling against the restraints. "just let me have a sip."

The woman leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "Tut, tut, boy-child. Now if I gave you the whole glass, you'd only gulp it and get sick. And we wouldn't want that, would we?" she chided, her lips curling into a vicious smile.

Her captive growled at her, his voice hoarse as he shouted, "You filthy whore, what the fuck do you want from me?!? I've been here for god knows how long, with no food or water, and all I get from you is cryptic bullshit."

Blood sprayed from his nose as she cracked him across the face with the back of her hand. "Insolence. You are far too headstrong and willful. You need to learn your place." she trilled sweetly, licking his blood from the back of her knuckles.

He spat at her, a spray of red dots that peppered her skin. She laughed lightly, standing and taking a step towards him, her gaze merciless. "One step forward, and two steps back, lovey."

His eyes widened as she straddled him, forcing his head back with a firm hand as she ran her lips along the strong pulse in his neck. "This would go so much easier if you'd just submit." She set her tongue firmly on the pulse, feeling the thrum of his life as it pumped through his jugular.

He shifted and groaned beneath her, his hands white-knuckling the handrests of the chair as she leaned into him, rocking her hips gently forward. Within moments, he was so hard it was painful to focus. He shivered when she purred, "But it's so much better when you fight it."

She laughed and pulled back, letting herself slide into the shift. As her teeth lengthened, filling her mouth, her voice dropped an octave as she added, "Fuck, fight or run - which one will you choose when I hunt you?"

The man screamed as he watched fine blonde hair grow rapidly along her arms, neck and face. The bones of her body popped as they shifted and slid into their new positions. The fear racing through his veins was overwhelming and she shuddered as her clawed hand ripped through his shirt, being careful not to pierce the skin. She wasn't quite ready to eat him and she didn't want to pass the curse on to this unworthy cur.

The length of her tongue trailed along his neck and her prey now began shrieking and clawing at the air in a feeble attempt to escape. The sound of her laughter was menacing through the long, thick muzzle that sprouted out from her face. She supposed that she'd have to feed him something in order to get him to the point where he'd be healthy enough to provide her with an exciting target this time. Somehow, they always managed to disappoint.

As quickly as the change started, she shifted back into her sleek human form, biting down into the tender flesh at his neck. The man screamed and passed out. With an annoyed huff, she stood and looked down at him. The man was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, but the delicious fear no longer poured out of him.

"I hate it when they opt out like that."

It was time to get the smelling salts again.

Then, later, time for dessert.