Chapter 6

Remus

The cycle stopped after the third night. She was a magnificent and repulsive beast, but she was my creation. She turned out to be a jet-black wolf, similar to the werewolf who attacked me. The first night, she had been wild and full of excessive rage, but as I studied her behaviour from all three nights, I realised it was part of her body adapting to becoming a werewolf.

I had procured the Doctor and the property. I just required the legal documents to be finalised before Dr Lawrence signed off on his new contract. I wondered if he would sign them after he read the part about being stripped daily before he could leave the premises. There would be hidden and visual cameras on him every second of his working day. I covered every part of the contract meticulously in order to protect my secret. The appointment was booked for this evening, and I would have my answer soon enough.

I rubbed my face before I checked what Zailah was doing. She had been awake for a few hours. I’d watched her confusion, panic, fear, and anger. Glancing at her now, she looked miserable. Until I could discuss everything with Lawrence in detail, I didn't know about the timescales. She could be locked up for months or years. What I did know was that these procedures were possible on humans; therefore, they should be on werewolves.

I needed a broken spirit to ensure total compliance with the procedures. Lawrence couldn't handle her human form, let alone her wolf form. My astute ability to read people and use them to my advantage had never been used to this extent, but I loved a complex undertaking. I stood up and rotated my stiff neck. I’d worked non-stop for the last four days, ensuring everything was in place.

This wouldn't be pretty, but it was vital that she knew her place from the outset.

I put my jacket on before I made my way downstairs. My appearance would be vital since hers was so pitiful. Psychologically, breaking her down bit by bit was an exhilarating prospect. I stopped in the kitchen and picked up the prepackaged sandwich and a bottle of water from the fridge.

By the time I got to the cell, she sat on her ass with her knees raised towards her chin with her arms around her legs. The body language was protective since she was naked. I couldn’t deny that she had an attractive form. Her dark skin might be marred with blood and dirt, but her full figure appealed in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

“Ms. Akon, I am Remus Hawkins. You've been here for four days, and I’m sure you have questions,”

I said before I tossed her the sandwich and crouched down to roll the bottle of water towards her.

She glanced at the food before her eyes followed my length as I stood up again.

“Four days? You have had me chained in this room for four days? Where are my clothes?”

she said with barely controlled rage vibrating in her voice, but she paused to look at the food. “Fuck you, and your food. I demand that you get this off me now!”

she yelled as she tugged on the chain around her neck.

Since her head was up, I could see marks on her neck from the collar, and my cock began to harden at the sight. She had such dark eyes, but they were wide and innocent, not as corrupt as the ones I saw regularly. Her dark skin was flawless and smooth except for the wounds on her neck. She was a fine specimen in her human form, and I was glad she survived the transformational period.

“What do you remember?”

I asked curiously while I ignored her tantrum. I would address her behaviour soon enough.

Her furrowed brow cleared, and for a second, she looked confused before a pensive look appeared on her face. Her head dipped to her knees, and I couldn't see her eyes or expression to get a read on her.

“I was getting ready to meet my friends,”

she whispered before she paused. “I was walking because I needed to clear my head…then—”

Her head snapped up, and I knew she remembered witnessing me kill those men. She placed her hand on the side of her neck.

“T-There was a beast like a wolf, but its stance was similar to that of a bear or a human. It killed me. It tore the skin and tissue from my neck. This isn't possible,”

she said as she began to freak out. “I felt the teeth—”

She shot up so fast that I knew she wasn't an ordinary human anymore. The dried blood on her face and neck suited her. As she paced, I noticed the bottom of her feet looked filthy. She was so distressed that she didn’t realise she was giving me an amazing show of her body. I licked my lips. It was always valuable to be on top of every situation.

“I was dead. I felt its teeth, and there was so much blood. I was dead,”

she said as she paused before the pacing resumed.

The camera footage didn't do her justice. She had the perfect full-figured hourglass shape with wide hips and thick thighs. As she turned to pace along the floor, fretting about something, the sight of her bare arse was on show. A curvaceous, plump arse that I could pound into harder than ever before. Her breasts swayed with every step and drew my attention to her dark nipples.

I was so used to skinny coke-addicted girls from the club that I’d never considered a bigger girl. She was saying something about the men, but she turned again, and I couldn't look away from her pussy. I licked my lips at the small patch of hair covering the top of her pussy lips. I was going to take the sandwich back with me to punish her for her temper tantrum, but I didn't want her to lose any weight, and that had nothing to do with her imminent ordeal. She was strong, and that's why the wolf genes stuck with her. This was a good sign.

“Are you listening to me? Oh, you fucking pervert. Where are my clothes?”

she said as she sat down again, ending my free show.

“You tore your clothes when you turned into a werewolf,”

I snapped at her, pissed off that I never got to finish ogling her, which infuriated me because that wasn't what I should’ve been focusing on.

She looked stunned for a moment before she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Is this a joke to you?”

she asked angrily.

I had the clip ready to show her on my phone. Once I unlocked my phone, I walked towards her, pressing play before I held it in front of her. She tried to take it out of my hand, but I didn't let go of it. I was busy looking at the dirt and leaves in her hair. She needed a bath, but I needed her to be as uncomfortable as possible.

“T-that can't be right,”

she stuttered, visibly shaken by the sight of herself morphing into a werewolf.

“I don't remember biting your neck. The memories can be vague when you turn into a werewolf. I usually have more control over my shift, but due to the blood moon, I could not,”

I said tightly as I thought about the aspect that made me weak.

“You're a werewolf? That was you attacking us?”

she asked in horror before she began panting and placed a hand over her chest, but unfortunately, her hair and knees covered her breasts.

Annoyed by her distracting me from my goal, I tore my phone from her hand. Her lips tightened, but they were so full it looked as if she were pouting. The image of feeding her my dick flashed through my mind.

“You. You did this to me,”

she said as she pointed her finger at me in a violent stabbing motion.

I smirked at her as I slipped my phone into my pocket.

“Quite unintentionally, I assure you. However, it has created a unique opportunity for me. This affliction of becoming a werewolf means once every month, you morph into a beast and go hunting for violence and food. It is difficult to control once the wolf has a hold of you. It’s taken me over 30 years to manage my behaviour once I shift into a wolf,”

I said as I watched her as she tried to comprehend my words.

“What do you mean once a month?”

she asked as I saw the fear on her face.

I could use fear, but first, I needed to try and cajole her into becoming a lab rat for me.

“You were bitten as a child?”

she asked with a grimace. “You can't be any older than your mid-thirties.”

“I’m 62 years. Becoming a werewolf slows or stops the ageing process,”

I said but continued, ignoring her gasp. “Once a month on the full moon, you will transform into a werewolf. You won't be able to control yourself, and you will kill people or animals. As some legends state, silver is our downfall. We can potentially fix both of these issues with gene editing. It means finding and extracting the correct DNA and reinserting it into the DNA to change our cells' molecular structure,”

I said as I put my hands in my pocket.

“You have a cure?”

she said with relief and hope in her eyes.

“Not yet. This is all theory at the moment. I am spending millions of pounds to fund this project. I need you to be the test subject. It would benefit us both equally.”

“What do you mean? Do you want me to be a guinea pig?”

she asked cautiously before suspicion hardened her face.

“Like I said. It would benefit us both,”

I said with a slight shrug.

The penny finally dropped, and at that moment, I wished she was more like the unintelligent humans I knew. Stupidity or greed was always their downfall. Some people would give anything not to age.

“That's why I’m still chained. Isn't it?”

she said as she lifted the length of the chain. “I take it this is made of silver. Why don't you test the procedure out on yourself? God, you motherfuckers are all the same.”

she scoffed at me. “Do you know how many ‘experiments’ were tested on indigenous people?”

The indignation prickled at me before the burst of anger raced through me until I felt the burning heat on my cheeks.

Was I a cunt? Absolutely. But I was not a racist cunt. I mistreated everyone equally.

“For your information, you could be pink with green polka dots, and I would still use you in my lab,”

I snapped at her, finally losing my temper. “Not everyone turns into a werewolf.”

She eyed me with a hostile look before she began to look me up and down with such contempt that I knew she would not be a willing participant in my scheme.