[h3][center][b]The Cage[/b][/center][/h3]


“You missed it doc.” The girl cracked a wicked smile just for Zvikas, as she looked up at him from the cell floor. “You disgusting piece of shit.” 

Czigani had reverted to her tall, lean, human form several minutes prior to the Doctor’s return to the basement holding area of the hospital. Lying on her back, fully naked and bruised, beads of sweat rolled down her face, as did tears of pain from the transformation. It hurt, especially for the first time, as though she were a virgin being violently penetrated by an uncompassionate lover and left to reel in her own agony. She shifted her eyes to the ceiling, tracing the tiny cracks in the paint if only to divert her mind away from the horror of what occurred, the visions of the wolf’s rage, and the killer instincts that grew within her each passing moment she had been in that beastial form. There was no control, no independent thoughts, only a creature of destruction who wanted out. Who wanted to be free at any cost. It was, at least, one of the only sentiments shared between her and the werewolf within.

“Your body will heal from the internal damage soon, Miss Novikov, of this I am quite certain. And as you progress, it will become much easier for your mind to reconcile.” 

Doctor Zvikas placed a small cooler he’d been holding onto the floor and opened the lid, pulling a large piece of raw, red meat wrapped in plastic, which he slowly unfurled. 

“I was going to give this to you as the wolf, considering [i]fresh, uncooked, and bloody[/i] was preferable over grilled and seasoned when you are a creature such as you were.” He smirked, tossing the plastic wrap aside and stepping closer to the cage before placing it onto the floor of the cell several inches from where the girl lay. “But I figured at this point it didn’t matter.”

She inhaled the scent of the flesh & blood, and her stomach rumbled with a hunger she’d never felt before. The initial transformation, the brute power, strength, and constitution of sustaining the wolf, and the final return to a human form took a major toll on the body and mind. The experience had been worse due to the fact that she hadn’t eaten decent solid food in days, but instead subjected to drug injections, and liquid meals as some form of submissive treatment plan. Either way, the hunger was there, and it mattered little to her at that moment where the food came from as her hand reached for the cold slab and pulled it toward her eagerly awaiting lips.

“Yes, enjoy what you’ve earned, Miss Novikov.” 

Zvikas watched the girl tear into the bloody flesh with vicious fervor, her moans of pure satisfaction filling the room as the blood dripped from the meat and onto the floor, staining her hands and face while she chewed and snarled like the beast living inside her.

 “And rest assured, there will be so much more as we unlock the secrets buried within you. A creature of beauty you are indeed.”