Escaping Animal State

[deevo]

Robert

Robert knelt beside her writhing form, nervous to touch her lest it cause her more pain. He wasn't sure what to say or do. This transformation was taking so much longer than usual, and Sienna's anguished cries stabbed through his stomach like an ice cold blade.

Sienna's words slowly sank into his panicked had. Vincent had kissed her? He noticed the bruises on her wrists and could already see what had happened. Vincent, who spent his life taking from other people, had tried to take Sienna's affection by force. She rebuked him and now he was punishing her for it. As if the last few months hadn't been punishment enough! Robert could feel his face flush as an animal anger swept over him.

"I'll kill him for this," he muttered. "I'll fucking kill him."

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Far from Robert and Sienna's pain, Vincent sat, smiling to himself. A few softly spoken words, a taste of Sienna and the will to act - that was all he needed. Now he had so many more options. He could make her transformation last hours - days! The pain as her body ever so slowly broke and changed would drive her insane. And Robert - big, dumb lug that he is - would be powerless to do anything for her.

Vincent lay back, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't want this; he didn't want to hurt her so badly. But he had no choice. Sienna was too stubborn, too headstrong. It was taking longer than he had expected but Vincent knew she would crack eventually. All he had to do was keep piling on the pressure and the pain and she would eventually submit to him.

The woman lying next to him stirred in her sleep. Vincent turned his face to her and examined her form. She was a little older than he would have preferred, but the body type matched. She hadn't been too keen about dying her blonde locks a darker hue, nor the blue contact lenses, but a few extra notes in her hand soon changed her mind. Vincent lay on his side, propping his head up on one hand, and wondered if anyone would miss her if she disappeared. Oh, there'd be a little fuss, a cursory investigation, but soon she'd be forgotten as just another unlucky streetwalker. Vincent smiled and found himself stiffening. He reached down to the floor and removed his belt from round his trousers before gently shaking her.

The woman woke and grumbled slightly. Through half-open eyes she murmured a few incoherent words.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered. The woman slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor. As Vincent walked around in front of her, she noticed the belt in his hand.

"What's that for?," she asked. Vincent looked down and noticed her worried expression. He smiled; her fear caused his erection to jump a little.

 

[monique_minx]

Sienna heard his muttered words through the haze of pain, she attempted to place her hand on his thigh but the movement alone caused another rush of agony to run through her changing bone structure and she screamed out. Her breathing became heavier and the strain was obvious; loud and clear wheezes of breath escaped her. Her fingernails twisted and elongated into claws, splitting in her fingers like bamboo needles beneath them.

“You…can’t Robert…don’t…it might be forever…if you do…” She gasped out, tear streaming from her eyes, “I’m being…punished…I shouldn’t have…slapped him…I’m so sorry…”

The black fur began to sprout over her body slowly; she felt each follicle as it burst from her skin like tiny heated syringes stabbing through her skin. Her ears receded and started to crop up at the top of her head, each tiny bone twisting and morphing into the triangular shape of a cat.

“Rob…ert…its close…I don’t have…” She screamed out as her tongue became coated in sandpaper, “I love you…don’t you…ever…forget…it!” She gasped and collapsed to the floor, shivering as finally her jaw restructured and the transformation was almost complete.

Her eyes became slits, the bright blue lost its glimmer and the feline pounced from the clothing that had shrunken around it. Claw marks inside the fabric signaled the agony she’d endured and she meowed feebly at Robert before she fell to the floor.

 

[deevo]

Robert

"I shouldn’t have…slapped him…I’m so sorry…”

Robert could feel his anger only rising as he said, "Don't apologise for that! He has no right to hurt you like this! He has no right!" He couldn't say any more as Sienna screamed and the transformation reached its final stage. Now in her feline form, Robert looked down at her exhausted body, sorrow pushing back his rage.

He gently picked her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. He sat down and cradled her, stroking her soft fur.

"It's OK," he whispered. "It's OK. I'll find something today, I promise. I'll find a way to end this." Robert sat with her in his arms as the Sun rose higher. Tired himself, he laid her down on a cushion before staggering away to the bathroom. The powerful stream of the shower washed off the dirt and grime but couldn't wash away his anger. He dried off and walked into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his head hung low. His body slowly gave up as Robert fell back and succumbed to sleep, napping fitfully for most of the morning.

 

[monique_minx]

As Robert spoke to her she merely mewed softly, a near helpless sound from the feline and she watched as he set her down and made his way to the bathroom. She almost collapsed into unconsciousness then and there but forced herself up slowly. She leapt from the couch and wandered down the hall, she ran into the wall as her weak body refused to go further but she forced herself to keep going.

She wandered into the bedroom and found Robert going to sleep on the bed; she meowed softly at him and jumped up onto the bed. She curled into the crook of his arm and slept beside him purring loudly. It’s okay tomcat, we will make it…you smell so funny sometimes…the cat dozed and dreamt not of chasing mice and eating fish but of a man and a woman embracing each other for all time…

 

[deevo]

Robert

When Robert finally awoke, the Sun was high in the sky. A quick glance at the alarm clock told him it was already well past eleven o'clock. Beside him Sienna slept peacefully, or so it seemed. He had no way of knowing what was going through her mind when she was in her feline state. He could barely remember what he thought when transformed, and wondered if Sienna remembered anything about the day when human again. That she showed him such affection gave Robert hope that she remembered who he was. If what she said was true, last night he had finally remembered her.

He moved as quietly and slowly as possible so as not to wake her. The day was moving fast; he needed to get to work.

In a small room near the back of the house Robert kept what he jokingly referred to as his "study." It was a cramped space with a single wooden chair and small desk straining under the weight of numerous heavy tomes. The books had been scavenged from stores, libraries, even a trash can - if it covered any element of dark magic, Robert eagerly picked it up.

He knew the answer to their problem was here somewhere. If Vincent could apply this curse, they could reverse it. Robert had been surprised to find there was plenty ont he topic of transformation. But much of it concerned people willingly turning themselves into animals for a short period of time; there wasn't much on cursing people with transformation.

The clock struck three when he finally rubbed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. He was ready to call it a day, frustrated that he hadn't found anything of use, when suddenly it was right in front of his face. He was staring down at an old book - it was dated as first printed 1857 - and was scanning through a chapter on curses when he came across "Transformation."

There were numerous types of transformation curse. One turned its victim to stone, while another cursed people into becoming, "fearsome creatures, not man but not beast, their mind racked with torment." Finally, after carefully flipping through the fragile pages, Robert came across a curse that sounded like a good fit.

"Inner Animal" was its name, an incantation that cursed the victim "to stare into one's own soul and become the beast within." If one possessed the right ingredients and uttered the right words, you could alter the curse to best suit your needs. The transformation could be rapid or agonisingly slow; the change temporary or permanent. Robert bristled at the thought that Vincent could turn them into animals forever, but clearly chose to make the change temporary with the knowledge that would hurt them more.

He wanted nothing more than to wring that bastard's neck, but Sienna had pleaded with him not to. For her sake, he didn't do it, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't tempted. Robert looked back to book and kept reading. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry with joy when he read that there was a way to reverse the process. To do so, one needed to...

The page was missing. It had been torn out or fallen out, maybe years before. Robert frantically searched the desk, tossing books aside, knowing allt he while that it was pointless.

"No," he muttered, then yelled, "No, no, no!" He pounded his fists against the table and choked back angry tears. Robert breathed slowly and heavily.

Get a grip on yourself, Rob. Got to keep it together. You know what's happening to you now. That's good. There's an answer out there; we just need to find it.

 

[monique_minx]

She woke in the afternoon, a soft mew to signal her liveliness and she was instantly alarmed by the fact that he was not next to her. She jumped from the bed, meowing loudly in search as she plodded down the hallway. She hissed and her fur stood on end as she heard an angry voice but she was quickly calmed when she recognized it as Robert’s voice.

Tomcat? She mewed and entered his wreck of a study cautiously. She saw him with his head in his hands and was instantly by his side, twining around his legs in an attempt to calm him. Her ribs were starting to ache and it was not yet time, she cried softly and her tail stilled; hanging limply between her legs. The feline knew this time was different and the Sienna inside was telling it exactly what it meant; hours before complete transformation.

Her blazing blue eyes welled up with liquid pain suddenly as the shifting began; painfully slow in its manner. Every millimeter of receding fur burnt her flesh and her whiskers hurt as they retracted. Two hours of this and the half cat/ half woman was near insane with the agony of it. She would have but a moment with Robert and she knew it; her head clearing and she was starting to wonder if he too would be affected. Finally it was complete and she lay naked on her belly, the grain of the floorboards somehow soothing to her.

“Robert?” She asked weakly, “Tell me it’s worth it one more time…please my love…I need to know we’re still worth it…”

 

[deevo]

Robert

Robert could do nothing but sit helplessly by her side as Sienna's agonising transformation took place. Hours passed before she finally returned to her true form, just as the Sun was beginning to set. Robert lay beside her, gently stroking her hair in some desperate attempt to soothe her.

“Tell me it’s worth it one more time…please my love…I need to know we’re still worth it…”

He held her close, whispering into her ear, "Of course we're worth it. Our love has seen us this far - we must never give up. I've found..." Robert's voice trailed off as pain shot through his stomach. It was starting - would he, too, endure hours of agony? No, he didn't think so; Vincent was probably aware that watching Sienna writhe on the floor in pain would hurt Robert more deeply than any physical torment. Realising his time was short, he grabbed Sienna's arm tightly.

"I've found an answer," he said through gritted teeth. "Or at least... I think so. I know what this curse is. The study... a book on the table... but... but a page is missing..."

Robert fell backwards and screamed. He thrashed about, the pain sending shockwaves of anger through his body. He practically tore his clothes from his body as claws sprouted up from his hands. They soon became paws as the rest of his body shifted into the canine form. Robert rolled across the floor and landed in a corner, the final bones cracking into place as he blacked out.

He awoke a few moments later and pulled himself free of the strange garments wrapped around him. Standing on unsteady feet, he shook himself and looked around the den. There was his strange mate on the other side of the room. He took a few steps towards her, but every joint in his body felt sore and his legs were weak. He sat down on the floor, breathing heavily as he waited for his strength to return.

 

[monique_minx]

Sienna listened to him, still pressed to the floor as the pain subsided though she was still feeling very weak. She pushed herself from the floor, she didn’t care that she was naked; Robert had found something and she needed to see it now. Her face contorted into one of agony as she watched Robert’s transformation and she forced herself to look away. She circled his desk and found the book; she skimmed the page and gasped in surprise.

“The page…we need it…” She murmured, “How the fuck…how are we supposed to get it?!”

She looked up at Robert as he collapsed to the floor panting and she moved over to his side instantly. She knelt beside her wolven mate and petted his head in a soothing manner.

“We’ll find it my love…there’s a way out for us now…” Her words seemed confident but she was not so sure.

Sienna moved from his side and headed for the bathroom to begin her ritual scrub all over again, when she was dressed in a tight black skirt that scraped at her knees and a white singlet top she returned to Robert. She pet him again before the phone rang, Sienna grumbled and got up from the floor to answer the phone thinking that work was probably calling her in. It would be so like them to do that on her night off!

“Hello?” She answered tiredly.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent was feeling refreshed, confident after a good day. He had taken some much needed time off and had spent his time reading, resting, enjoying the quiet moments that were so rare when work interfered. And, of course, the whore had been a remarkable help, allowing him to get his frustrations out. She'd left a little bruised, sure, but that was nothing some good foundation and a roll of notes couldn't solve.

And now he was ready to start over. He wanted to explain himself, maybe start fresh. He already knew where they lived, so finding their telephone number wasn't too much of a chore. He waited until the Sun had sunk far below the horizon before dialling; after all, it wasn't Robert he wanted to speak to.

Vincent beamed as he heard Sienna's sweet voice on the other end of the line.

"My dear, Sienna," he said. "I hope you've had a pleasant day? I wanted to apologise for last night, I was... emotional."

 

[monique_minx]

"My dear, Sienna."

The moment she heard his voice on the line, she froze up quite quickly, her entire body a rigid raw nerve of cold. Still he continued and she could not even move to slam the phone down as her mind screamed at her to do so.

"I hope you've had a pleasant day? I wanted to apologize for last night, I was... emotional."

Her eyes widened as she found her voice, she coughed slightly, “Emotional?” She looked at her raw wrists and brought her hand up to brush over her still bruised lips.

“Emotional is an understatement Vincent.” She said coldly, “And you know very well the day I have had…”

She trailed off, she wanted to yell at him for the pain that still ebbed in her bones and she wanted to scream at him for the feline smell that still coated her. To tell him of the wolf lying in agony not feet from her, to say that she was done with this, to give in and cry for hours…Sienna didn’t know what she wanted anymore but it was getting to be far too much to take and she did not want to go through another transformation like the one she had just endured.

"What are you calling for?"

 

[deevo]

Vincent

“Emotional is an understatement Vincent. And you know very well the day I have had…”

Vincent grimaced. He had gone too far last night, he knew that much. She infuriated him, yet he couldn't take his mind off her. He wanted her so badly that it almost drove him to madness. When Sienna didn't scream curses down the phone and hang up on him, however, he relaxed a little. He even managed to smile as she said, "What are you calling for?"

Vincent kept his tone upbeat, twirling a pen in his fingers as he leaned back in his seat.

"Like I say, I want to apologise. I know I overstepped my bounds last night. I'd like to see you again, so we can discuss things like adults. In public, of course, wherever you like. Pick a place, any place, and I'll arrange a reservation."

 

[deevo]

Robert

He sat watching her talk to herself. Or was she talking to that... thing in her hand? Maybe it was in his pack, too? He yawned and wondered how he'd brought together such a strange group.

Whatever was happening, his mate didn't seem happy. He could sense the anger in her voice and it made the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. He took a few tentative steps forward, still trying to regain his strength. He nuzzled the back of her leg, letting her know he was there to keep her safe.

 

[monique_minx]

"Like I say, I want to apologize. I know I overstepped my bounds last night. I'd like to see you again, so we can discuss things like adults. In public, of course, wherever you like. Pick a place, any place, and I'll arrange a reservation."

Sienna felt as though she was on the verge of total and utter breakdown while Vincent spoke to her and Robert brushed up against her legs. It was as it felt, that she was pinned between two males both vying for her. Some might think it flattering but Sienna felt like the zebra carcass two Lions would fight over. In the end it was her choice over what to do and each day it was decision that was harder to make.

“Fine, I’ll meet you in an hour at…Casa Miserables.” She said at last, choosing a horror theme restaurant she found most appropriate.

“And Vincent? After a painful two hour transformation don’t you dare expect me to forgive you!” She snarled at him and slammed the phone down angrily.

Sienna took a deep calming breath, she instantly regretted saying that to Vincent as she could only imagine what kind of horrors the man could dream up for her to endure now. Don’t dwell on it, she decided and gave Robert a half smile before she knelt down to pet him; murmuring softly, “It’s okay baby, I promise I won’t give in. There’s a way out for us and we’re gonna find it!”

She got up slowly and made her way down the hall, she picked out a floor length black dress with a high slit up to her thigh. She frowned as she looked in the mirror, it was backless and overly revealing but she had so few formal gowns; she’d also never been presented with an issue like this before.

Sienna took up her hairbrush and ran it through before carefully placing some pins in her hair; she prayed her ebony tresses would stay in place and cover the scars. She took a pair of shiny black stilettos and slipped them on before taking up her small black purse and keys. Finally she sprayed herself with a liberal amount of perfume to cover the cat smell and applied a little make up.

She quickly wandered out and opened the front door; she paused and looked in on Robert first, “Baby? You wanna go out?” She bit her lip in concern before she decided to simply leave him.

Sienna shut the door with a sigh and made her way to her car, it wasn’t that the drive to the restaurant was long but to Sienna it felt like an eternity before she pulled up in the car park and then wished the drive had been a lot longer. She slowly stepped out and gave the valet her keys slowly, almost wishing she hadn’t the second she did because all she could think about was how far and fast she wanted to run.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent hung up the phone and smiled. Oh, yes, Sienna was furious with him, but that was to be expected. He had put her through hell - twice. The last twenty-four hours would have been a true torment, so he didn't expect sunshine and rainbows. Still, the very fact that she agreed to meet him gave Vincent some optimism.

He was able to arrange the reservation quickly and took care to look presentable. His blonde locks combed back, a freshly pressed black pinstripe suit and polished leather shoes. He was a handsome man, and could be quite a charmer when he wanted to be. Tonight, with any luck, Sienna would finally succumb. But even if she didn't Vincent could sense the slow shift in her attitude.

His driver dropped him off outside the restaurant, an interesting place to meet with its nightmarish décor and monstrous staff. Vincent could see that Sienna hadn't lost her sense of gallows humour.

He waited for her in the foyer; she truly took his breath away as she entered, a goddess in black, revealing just enough to get the imagination stirring. He greeted her with a warm smile.

"I'm so very glad you came," Vincent said. "Our table is ready. Shall we?"

 

[monique_minx]

Sienna waited nervously in the darkly decorated foyer, the clock seemed to tick by awfully quickly and yet when Vincent came into view; it slowed right down. Her breath caught in her throat uncomfortably and she suddenly wondered if she was completely mad for agreeing to this.

"I'm so very glad you came, our table is ready. Shall we?"

Sienna held out her arm reluctantly and allowed Vincent to take it and lead her through to the dining hall. The maître D was aptly dressed as Dracula; he smiled at them and led them straight to their table which to Sienna’s dismay was in a dark cozy corner of the restaurant. She gruffly pulled her arm from Vincent and sat down without giving him the chance to act the gentleman and pull her chair out for her.

Sienna feigned a half smile as a waiter dressed as a Mummy walked over to them. Sienna dropped her gaze as she noticed him staring at her however he turned to Vincent after a long moment.

“Any champagne for you and your lady Sir?”

At the same time a zombie bride waitress wandered over and handed them each a menu, smiling flirtatiously and brushing purposefully against Vincent. Sienna rolled her eyes, grimacing but said nothing; good thinking C! Nice dark spooky restaurant with leering waiters, Vincent and an uncomfortable situation! Perfect! Next just shoot yourself in the foot; it’ll save you from explaining this to Robert later! Why can’t he like the waitress instead of me? She’s obviously willing…

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent hadn't expected her to give him her arm, but he gladly took it and led her towards their table. He took great care to hold it with a gentler touch than last night, smiling to himself as his fingers pressed gently on her soft, warm flesh. Sienna was back to her usual self by the time they reached the table, but Vincent did not mind her behaviour. They were seated together in a dark, cosy corner just for two; Vincent couldn't have planned it better himself. Perhaps the fates were smiling on him tonight?

Though he didn't realise it and was doing his best to remain formal he was radiating lust, and this heated aura seemed to have an effect on others. Or perhaps it was simply Sienna's natural beauty that made the waiter glance at her a moment too long, Vincent's well-groomed features that attracted the waitress.

"Any champagne for you and your lady Sir?," said the waiter.

"Champagne?," replied Vincent. "No, no champagne. We have nothing to celebrate..." He grinned and added, "Not yet, anyway. Bring us a bottle of Pinot Noir for now."

As the waiter left to retrieve the wine Vincent looked down at his menu. He felt there was little point dealing with small talk at that moment. Besides, considering their history, he doubted Sienna was here to discuss the weather. He decided instead to focus on the task at hand, muttering, "I haven't been here in quite some time. Can you suggest anything?"

 

[monique_minx]

"Champagne? No, no champagne. We have nothing to celebrate... Not yet, anyway. Bring us a bottle of Pinot Noir for now."

Sienna blushed furiously at the grin he gave as he spoke of ‘not yet’ and all she could think was; not ever, for Robert; not ever! She returned her eyes to the menu, grateful for something to focus on though she barely read a thing on it until Vincent muttered a question at her.

"I haven't been here in quite some time. Can you suggest anything?"

She considered a few cheap shot answers to that not the least of which played in her mind over and over; what about the waitress? She should be on your menu the way she was practically grinding against you. But Sienna sighed softly and chose to remain civil as she looked the menu over again, remembering the last time she was here; she fought to focus on the food at the time and not the fact that she’d been here with Robert.

“As I recall the chicken was pretty good.” She said absent mindedly without looking at him.

Her eyes glossed over the seafood and she almost scowled at it; it was a constant reminder that in a few more hours she’d start to change into the furry feline that adored fish. The thought of another two hours transformation of consistent pain set her teeth on edge and a faint shudder ran powerfully through her body like an avalanche threatening to come down on her. She couldn’t take another transformation like that again but she refused to be the one to broach the subject just yet though she very much wanted to get this over with quickly.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

[OOC: My apologies, you shouldn't have had to wait so long.]

“As I recall the chicken was pretty good.”

"Chicken it is, then," said Vincent, closing his menu. He looked at Sienna glancing across her own and did his best to hold back a sigh. She was, truly, the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. She held a beauty that was unmatched, a grace and a poise that made her every movement striking and sensuous. He could make her so happy, if only she would do him the same courtesy. But she would not, and so neither of them were granted joy.

She was nervous, as was to be expected. No doubt the agonising transformation she had gone through, far more painful than in recent weeks, had left her in a state of shock. Vincent wondered if it was enough to break her opposition to him yet. He assumed it wasn't - at least, not enough to give him what he desired. But she had to be getting more desperate, surely? Why else would she agree to meet him? Why else would she dress in such finery, if she simply wished to scream at him face to face? So far the evening had been quite civil; not pleasant, perhaps, but certainly not disagreeable. So was Sienna beginning to accept that, if she wanted to end this game, she would have to play by his rules?

Vincent sipped a lukewarm glass of water and cleared his throat.

"I hope the waiter won't be too much longer," he muttered. "After all, we don't have much time, do we? Or at least, you don't, unless we come to some agreement. Now I know you won't give in to my demands, but how about a trade?" In the corner of his eye, Vincent could see the waiter returning with the wine.

"The waiter took a liking to you," he said, smiling. "When he comes back, flirt with him. The better a job you do, the less time you'll spend in pain tomorrow morning." Vincent leaned back in his chair and fixed Sienna with a sly grin. He wanted to see if she would actually do it. After all, nothing wrong with a little flirting, was there? And if it cut down the time of her transformation, all the better. But he knew she wasn't stupid. This was a dangerous game he was starting, one where the stakes would, inevitably, be raised. The question was how well Sienna could play?

 

[monique_minx]

OOC: It's cool, worth it for that one!

Sienna watched Vincent come to a decision on his meal and set her own menu down slowly as if saddened that she no longer had something to stop her from looking at him. She fidgeted beneath the table uncomfortably as she considered the horrid situation she was now in and the worst part was that she’d agreed to be in it. Sienna looked up as he suddenly started to speak again.

"I hope the waiter won't be too much longer. After all, we don't have much time, do we? Or at least, you don't, unless we come to some agreement.”

Sienna froze up and eyed him suspiciously; she could see this was going nowhere that would make her remotely happy.

“Now I know you won't give in to my demands, but how about a trade? The waiter took a liking to you. When he comes back, flirt with him. The better a job you do, the less time you'll spend in pain tomorrow morning."

She gasped sharply as he spoke, literally taken aback by his words and it showed on her face in droves. She saw him lean back in his chair; she’d have given anything to wipe that grin from his wicked lips in that moment. It would be worthless to argue the point though, he would be serious enough to pull something like this on her but she wasn’t sure she wanted to play his games. The agony of the evening transformation played like a bad movie in the back of her mind; she was sure that she didn’t want to relive that awful experience again in a few hours.

The waiter drew closer and she purposefully looked away as he neared the table, the cork had already been popped as he started to pour their glasses. Sienna took a deep breath and looked at the bandage wrapped waiter; he was still flickering looks at her now and then when he thought he could get away with it. Sienna pasted her best smile on her face; get it done C. She waited until he was pouring wine into her glass and she carefully avoided Vincent’s gaze as she smiled up at the waiter.

“So ah, if I grabbed the end of those wrappings would you unravel?” She posed the question seductively, a small lilt of endearment in her tone to let him know what she was about.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent had to stifle a laugh as the waiter wasn't sure how to respond. He gave Sienna credit; clearly the last 24 hours had been an experience she didn't want to repeat. The waiter glanced at Vincent, unsure if it was OK to respond. Vincent merely grinned and arched an eyebrow, and the waiter smiled as he turned back to Sienna.

"Oh, I'm sure many a man has unravelled at your hand, Madam," he purred. Not a bad response, thought Vincent. A little too forward, perhaps, but if it made Sienna squirm, all the better. Vincent sipped his wine and nodded his head, satisfied. He wasn't sure what bottled urine the waiter would try to pass off as wine, but this was a pleasant vintage.

"I will have the Italian chicken casserole," said Vincent suddenly, handing his menu to the waiter. "How about you, my dear?," he continued, eyeing Sienna with a grin. "See anything you like?"

 

[monique_minx]

"Oh, I'm sure many a man has unraveled at your hand, Madam."

Sienna almost lost her poise with that response as she hadn’t expected him to flirt in return, she actually expected him to be flustered but it seemed he gained in confidence the moment Vincent gave him the green light.

"I will have the Italian chicken casserole. How about you, my dear? See anything you like?"

Sienna broke from her reverie rather quickly as Vincent spoke, a blush lighting her cheeks in the wake of his grin but she quickly got herself under control knowing that if she didn’t play his little game; she would spend hours in agony come dawn. She bit her lip nervously before she pasted a delicate little smile on her face that spoke volumes along with the slightest dip in her lashes which indicated a female flirt quite quickly.

“Oh a few things…” She eyed the waiter and ran her hand over her thigh salaciously, a gentle lick of her upper lip and a smattering of batted lashes.

It was obvious that dear sweet Sienna had done this before although never under pressure and in an uncomfortable situation so this was rather difficult for her to pull off. Not to mention degrading and humiliating that she was participating in Vincent’s sick little idea but that single memory of her painful transformation meant Vincent had her like a puppet on a string.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

She took to her role like a pro, putting the waiter on edge with a simple flick of her tongue and a few choice words. Vincent handed him the menu and said, "She'll have the same." He motioned with his head, telling the waiter it was time for him to leave. All the same, he might come in handy throughout the meal. After all, Vincent always enjoyed a little light entertainment with some good food.

He picked up his glass and said, "You really should try this, it's actually quite good." He swirled the wine around the glass for a moment; traces of the alcohol stuck like a thin film to the sides before slowly flowing back down. That was a good sign - the higher the alcohol content, the sweeter the wine.

"I must say, bravo," he said after taking a sip. "I almost believed you were sincere for a moment. I quite enjoyed it; that's definitely worth a good, oh, twenty minutes?"

 

[monique_minx]

"She'll have the same."

Sienna might have protested were this any other date as she generally detested someone ordering for her but this evening it was Vincent and he had her keeping her tongue in check like no one had ever done before. Sienna handed over her menu with a curt nod and her features hardened somewhat as the waiter walked away.

"You really should try this, it's actually quite good."

Sienna looked up and watched as he swirled his wine, her eyes dropped to her own glass which had remained untouched to the point. She took a breath and picked the glass up from the table with tender care. It was almost as though she feared it would blow up in her hand. She’d never had a drink with Vincent before but it certainly seemed like the right time to start, she raised the glass to her lips with the intention to sip but ended up swallowing a mouthful instead. Wine just wasn’t strong enough suddenly.

"I must say, bravo, I almost believed you were sincere for a moment. I quite enjoyed it; that's definitely worth a good, oh, twenty minutes?"

Sienna snorted into her glass in surprise but quickly set the wine down and coughed to cover it up. She couldn’t bite her tongue anymore; she blurted her words without thought.

“Twenty minutes? How many more of your games do I have to play Vincent?” Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she hissed, “Tell me; how many minutes would you shave off if I sucked your dick?!”

The sarcasm in her tone was evident as she slumped back in her chair and tried to keep from sulking. Sienna felt like she was trying to keep her head above water and Vincent just kept pushing her under. She was praying she could make it out of the water before she drowned.

 

[deevo]

Vincent

Vincent chuckled softly. This was going better than expected; even if he was nowhere nearer to bedding Sienna, he was enjoying the sight of her squirming. For all her independence and fight she was so easily manipulated.

"Fellatio? Oh, that's got to be worth at least an hour," he said, sipping his wine. Nearby he could feel the eyes of the young waitress on him. Vincent glanced in her direction and smiled, to which she bashfully looked away. She could be no older than nineteen or twenty - fresh fruit ripe for picking, as far as he was concerned.

"Since I've always found you have something to say, I'm sure your oral skills are spectacular," he continued. He watched her slumped in her chair and muttered, "Please, don't pout - You know I'm only having my fun." He grinned and leaned back in his own chair. The waitress walked past on her way to another table and Vincent admired the way her skirt clung tightly over her hips. His very obvious appraisal of the girl could not have escaped Sienna's attention.

"Tell you what," he said slowly, once he'd finished admiring the young woman's ass, "we'll add another rule to the game. Naturally, only you and you alone can break the curse. But to cut down on your transformation time, I won't mind if you nominate others to carry out the deed. Sound fair?"

Twist the knife slowly, Vincent, he thought to himself. But he was eager to see how far this little kitty could bend. Had she any idea of the depravity running though his mind, the vicious acts of pain and pleasure he was already imagining for every woman in the room? It was in his nature to discomfort, to embarrass, to hurt. He did not apologise for this. But what was Sienna's nature? To save herself from pain, was she willing to be an accomplice to his desires?